Long, long way to go

Reading faces and trusting eyes

I realize talk is cheap and slow

Makes me choose from doors

I gravitate to worn out paint broken glass and dirty wooden floors

This daily routine slows to a crawl around here

Did you call my name did you talk to me

Did you write it down?

I'll look in the letterbox

Trying to bring it home

But I can't rewind and all this time is looking shorter than it ever did

Always a step behind

But I steal a little here and there so I can use it at the end

This daily routine never stops at all around here

So I'll take it when it comes and share it if I can

Or give it all away

I'll take it to the sky just to see if it will fall

It just might float away

Did you call my name did I just not hear

Did you drop it off?

I'll look in the letterbox