Yours was not a faithful correspondence Yours was not a ringing endorsement Yours was not a roomful of my fear Yours was not a promise of the good life to come Yours was not an eye above the person you've become Yours was not And I left a hopeful pair of arms And I left some southern eyes And I left a mire, a mire that was mine And I left just in time Just in time And here I am with no illusions of our life And here I am with no illusions Here I am out in the street And here I am on your doorstep I just dropped in I just dropped in I just dropped in Like a paratrooper Like a paratrooper Like a paratrooper Like a paratrooper