We can talk for hours. And the line is still engaged. Were not getting any closer. You're too many miles away. . And I might as well be talking backwards.
Have I not been crude. Or do I sound insincere. I'm just trying to make some sense of this. Before I lose another year. Its all that I can do. . 'Cause its so hard to feel.
I can not come back to this neighbourhood. With out feeling my own age. I walk past these houses where we once stood. I see past lives but some how you're still here.
When the night is young in the land I'm from. The seasons ghost away. The starts at night obscured by light. Can still lead me though this. . Don't know where I want to be.
We stare at the shadows on the sidewalk. They're moving on flowers rendered in chalk. The day is young but I'm already spent. I have no idea where that time went.
I'm out again on my own. A reflection in the chrome. Of an adding machine. It's been so long. My mind is drawing a blank. Don't know if I can go back.
Just over the horizon. That's where I'll always think you'll be. It's always so surprising. To find you right there next to me. . In this sprawling landscape.
Toss and turn all night. Don't know how to make it right. Crippling anxiety. . This crowd was growing old. If I may be so bold. Will you go straight with me?.