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