The Standards Of Today

by Clive James and Pete Atkin

By all the standards of today
Like easy come and easy go and play it cool and keep it gay
We were in love the only way the free can be
But do you realise what you meant to me

You never tried to lead me on
My eyes were open all the way and really scarcely even shone
But now you've easy come and gone, it feels unreal
I guess there must be something wrong with me

I'm not surprised by how it went
I'm being awkward even now by crying after the event
I never had the temperament, I guess, for less
Than everything you might have meant to me