Far from heart, but deep in mind
We keep in touch from time to time
Our clandestine
Conversation time
I felt deflated, a little bit outdated
And I was thinking 'bout the simple times
So I thought I'd give you a call
Just to talk about the things we had
I should've buried them years ago
Now I'm caught between the new and old
Something, somewhere, somehow has to give
I shouldn't feel anxious
This once was common practice
And if the past seems to haunt me now
God help me when I'm 64
Thinking hard about the things I had
Should've buried them years ago
Now I'm caught between the new and old
Something, somewhere, somehow has to give
"I'm glad you called, everything's improved
And my boyfriend's new, and he's a poet, too!"
You never talked about the things we had
Must've buried them years ago
But you recited all your boyfriend's poems
And I don't care about...
And I remembered such a simple fact
I just can't stand the phone
It ties me up between the new and old
But something, somewhere, somehow has to give