| You’re one dotted line
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| That I can’t sign
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| Yet, I’m a boat
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| I gave you the remote
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| But, I’d never shed a tear
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| For words I didn’t hear
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| I never needed to
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| You left me in need
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| And it’s the best way to go
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| I hadn’t finished yet
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| Maybe I’m too slow
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| I know you never meant to hurt
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| It’s just the way you string your words together
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| I know many will give it
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| I know someone will mean it
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| I know somewhere it must be true
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| I make a fist
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| It won’t hit home
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| Changed my mind
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| Wasted time and now it’s blown
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| Now I’m jealous of the rain
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| For it hasn’t any shame
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| It falls where it likes
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| Is this all that it could be?
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| Is it so hard to read me?
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| I look but I do not see you
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| (Oh, will it ever, ever go?)
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| I know wanting won’t get it
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| (Oh, will it ever, ever go?)
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| So far and close on my bedding
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| (Oh, will it ever, ever go?)
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| I don’t know who I’m letting in
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| (Oh, will it ever, ever go?) |