Down the pub
Kevin’s out with the lads
knocking back and throwing a flight.
It’s where he’ll always be found
away from his girl
on a typical Friday night.

Ten o’clock
as he hits double top
in motors trouble fit to bust.
Carol’s been seen at a bar
unusual for her
parading a touch too much lust.

Trust.

In the car
he’s given up the fight
and had to leave two mates behind.
He’s got to know for himself
and wants to know now
exactly what she has in mind.

At the bar
Carol picks up her bag
as Kevin pulls up in the street.
When they pass in the doorway
she turns on the charm
and denies the charge of deceit.

Trust.

Driving home
she explains it away
still he reads her chapter and verse.
Knowing this one is over
she smiles to herself
and thinks of the note in her purse.

Trust.

Trust.

Copyright Keith Ames