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but deep in mind We keep in touch from time to time Our clandestine Conversation time I felt deflated, a little bit outdated And I was thinking 'bout the simple times So I thought I'd give you a call Just to talk about the things we had I should've buried them years ago Now I'm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