I'm thinking about the first line
that I wrote you way back when
You always said that I was
the last in a long line of friends But peeking through a keyhole
there's only so much to take in
things get so uneven
like they do in the end deny me
any indication
define me
any way you can that's
when I called
you over see a little darkness
mixed in with the light
know your kisses arrow to nights of sweet delights let's make the bad of a bad situation
try to define love
any way we can that's
when I called
you over your bright like a shadow
dark like a sunny day
you shuffled all the pages
until the words decayed I'm a traveler in the hard hard rain
and you my dear are quite insane I'm in the middle of the river
scattered ropes and j**els for ever
I'm back out on the town now back out on your street
I feel a little strange about it
but you know what I mean so take this as a last line
take this as the end
scatter through the chatter
and full malcontent lets take our eyes out
and complete the conversation
devise a way out
of our grandest plans that's
when I called
you over