Call in three months time and I’ll be fine, I know Well maybe not that fine, but I’ll survive anyhow I won’t recall the names and places of each sad occasion But that’s no consolation here and now. TIM RICE/ANDREW LLOYD WEBBER Share this:TweetEmailPrintMoreRedditShare on TumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related ThreehundredfortysixThreehundredfortyeight