Too Far To Tell

Im starting to think you never existed at all

so I stuffed a callin card in the mail.

I set the timer,

waited,

but couldn't tell.

I kept the lines open

but its way past my bedtime

so come callin in between

sheets or dreams.

A dial tone

when no one's home

& Im still waiting by the phone

TipToe

Its not enough to love someone.

Stories spread away the stars

and where we are is along some long bedtime story.

Should have been a perfedt ending

but the rush roundtrip kicked us right back where we began.

As long as were starting over

we can end this one on a good note,

good nite,

good bye,

good boy.

Strange it seems these lines were copied out of a book I wrote to myself.

Lines rewrote themselves cause I wanted to hear what Im listening to now.