Letterbox
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
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