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
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