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