Another Suitcase In Another Hall

from the Andrew Lloyd Webber/Tim Rice musical, Evita

I don’t expect my love affairs to last for long
Never fool myself that my dreams will come true
Being used to trouble I anticipate it
But all the same I hate it—wouldn’t you?

So what happens now? (Another suitcase in another hall)
So what happens now? (Take your picture off another wall)
Where am I going to? (You’ll get by, you always have before)
Where am I going to?

Time and time again I’ve said that I don’t care
That I’m immune to gloom, that I’m hard through and through
But every time it matters all my words desert me
So anyone can hurt me—and they do

So what happens now? (Another suitcase in another hall)
So what happens now? (Take your picture off another wall)
Where am I going to? (You’ll get by, you always have before)
Where am I going to?

Call in three months time and I’ll be fine I know
Well maybe not that fine, but I’ll survive anyhow
I won’t recall the names and places of each sad occasion
But that’s no consolation here and now

So what happens now? (Another suitcase in another hall)
So what happens now? (Take your picture off another wall)
Where am I going to? (You’ll get by, you always have before)
Where am I going to?
Don’t ask anymore

(This post has nothing to do with affairs of my heart. In fact, that’s the least of my worries right now.)