Guy Kyser)



I was on the corner phone to someone I'd known

About the only things that seemed important

Two corners of my life=this locked up empty night

And a gar skull I found on a beach in Texas



I praised the strength of men caught in the moment when

Deciding to forgive themselves their failures

Like this night of broken things-this song I tried to sing

The ashtray, and the piano lady's daughter



And someone in the phone knew everything I'd ever known

Hummed soundtracks to dreams I had forgotten

Things that we didn't have right we argued half the night

Knowing we could not come any closer

I loved the telephone, talked to the dial tone

While people on the sidewalk hurried by me

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