Here’s to our problems and here’s to our fights

Softly Now,
You owe it to the world
Everyone knows that you’re my favourite girl
But there’s some things in life that are not meant to be
I’m not meant for you and you’re not meant for me
Here’s to our problems
And here’s to our fights
Here’s to our achings
And here’s to you having a Good life

Softer Now,
You owe it to yourself
And don’t think that you will be left on the shelf
Cause there’s someone for you and there’s someone for me
Like me you’ll meet them eventually
Here’s to your lover
And here’s to my wife
Here’s to your children and here’s to you having a good life

Louder Now,
You’ve lost all your pain
You’re married with children and happy again
And now I’m regretting the move that I made
Fatal mistakes are so easily made
Enough of my problems they only cause fights
Forget that I rang you
And promise you’ll have such a
Beautifully happy and painlessly romantic
Good life

De eerlijkheid gebiedt te zeggen dat ik de teksten van Francis Dunnery de zwakste schakel vind. Te weinig universeel, heet dat geloof ik: nummers over ZIJN midlife-crisis, waarvan ik niet het idee krijg dat ze over de midlife-crises van ANDEREN gaan, en al helemaal niet over de MIJNE. Maar dit (Good Life van het meesterwerk Gulley Flat Boys) komt in de buurt. Vooral dat ‘here’s to our problems and here’s to our fights’ vind ik erg sterk.