The Best Thing — Carly Simon

I was his foreigner And he was mine. We ate on terraces And drank the cheapest wine. And he believed in me Down by the serpentine. How was I to know it was the best thing To come along for a long time.

I turned the page And saw three children with smiles. I looked to see What I could make of the youngest child. And as she blew the candles out She turned five. How was I to know It was the best thing To come along for a long time.

What do the people at the end of the world do About time? What about time? Their secret sleeps with me.