We met through a lonely hearts column

Such encounters are always pot luck

You're either delighted, even struck dumb

Or left wondering how to get off the hook

 

That was the night I walked out on grey hair

The poor women noticed my reluctance to stay

Yet on the phone she'd described it as "fair"

"Stay just a while..." I heard her trying to say

 

Later I felt ashamed for leaving her in limbo

Her face had seemed nice, apart from that hair

If I'd stayed for a chat, well you never know

And after all, hair dye can effect a repair

 

That was the night I walked out on grey hair

She noticed my reluctance to stay

Yet on the phone she had described it as "fair"

"Stay just a while..." I heard her trying to say

 

I'm grey myself now, or would be if I wasn't bald

It was such decisions that left my life stalled

 

That was the night I walked out on grey hair

She noticed my reluctance to stay

Yet on the phone she had described it as "fair"

"Stay a while..." I heard her trying to say