Long, long way to go
reading faces and trusting eyes
i realize talk is cheap and slow
makes me choose from doors
i gravitate to worn out paint broken glass and dirty wooden floors
this daily routine slows to a crawl around here
Did you call my name did you talk to me
did you write it down?
i'll look in the letterbox
Trying to bring it home
but i can't rewind and all this time is looking shorter than it ever did
always a step behind
but i steal a little here and there so i can use it at the end
This daily routine never stops at all around here
So i'll take it when it comes and share it if i can
or give it all away
i'll take it to the sky just to see if it will fall
it just might float away
Did you call my name did i just not hear
did you drop it off?
i'll look in the letterbox