OZET

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Different Man

We have a kitchen table
we look across each morning
while in the Common Hall the men are sharing tea.
And you can see the curtains
that hide the neighbors’ bedroom
over my shoulder through the window by the sink.

We claimed the ancient privilege
to never leave each other.
The Council doesn’t dare to ban a love like ours.
But I can see the wisdom
of never being someone
that anyone could never want to live without.

Was I a different man
When I gave my word and made this life?
And would a different man
have choices left to make?

I like to stay out drinking
until the tavern closes.
I like to work as if I’m part of a machine.
I like to fight with brothers
who claim that God is watching
And judging all our choices.

Was I a different man
When I gave my word and made this life?
And would a different man
have choices left to make?

We hear the baby crying.
You get up from the table
and lift him to your freckled shoulder as you sing.
I’d like to kiss your shoulder
and be the man who loves him.
Breakfast is over though, you tell me don’t be late.

Was I a different man
When I gave my word and made this life?
And would a different man
have choices left to make?