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