So long Belonging And longing to know Prolonging But knowing If you're near me A clock will say That it's time to go It's like sensing That the telephone will ring Before it even does You send something To me every hour or so I'll bet that you don't even know We're walking and talking and acting it all out Talking about it all of the time Doesn't make it real Think of yourself Some of the time In order to feel Anything Are you asking? Or telling? Is what you would say If responding I'd be wanting A bit of both, if I may We're walking and talking and acting it all out