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
