Tin of Soup for One - Passenger
Lyrics by：Michael Rosenberg
Composed by：Michael Rosenberg
Arranged by：Jeremy Holland Smith
So how did this become
A life that I don't recognise
The days pass one by one
With each a further compromise
I turned away from love
And now my love has gone
And I'm here on my own
With a ticking clock and a tin of soup for one
When did it start to harden?
When did it start to slowly buckle?
I used to love to garden now I barely trim the honey suckle
I used to cook exotic foods I used to feel erotic moods
I used to laugh a lot but that was then
So when did life become
This dull and shallow exercise
The days are cold and numb
Rehearsed and never improvised
I used to feel alive
But now I'm just alone
Sat here in the dark
With a buzzing fridge and a tin of soup for one
See I used to love to travel
How did life become so still and static
It used to just unravel
Now it feels so forced and automatic
J'ai appris le français
But never got to go to Paris
And now I feel so empty
I'm not sure I'm even here
Oh how I wonder
How life would be if I'd just walked away
If I'd been stronger
If I'd been brave
When I was younger
I could have left but every day I chose to stay
But now I wonder my days away
How did this become
A life that I don't recognise
