Four times he came by I did not look. Talked about the reservoir. His thumbs were hooked on his carpenter's belt. As he squinted in the sun. Smiled wide many times, think I smiled back once.
Another day, I call and never speak. And you would say nothing's changed at all. And I can't feel much hope for anything. If I won't be there to catch you if you fall.
He's got a thing 'bout losing control. Carries it a mile just to see how far he'll go. Brushes up his chops as he tries to fake a smile. A friend indeed but what I need someone who'll stay a while.
Green button like a lantern. Illuminates this cavern. And outside nothing matters anymore. . My instinct won't deceive me. My senses will not leave me.
(by Toad The Wet Sprocket). . Another day I call and never speak. And you would say nothing's changed at all. And I can't feel much hope for anything.