I remember the radio
When I missed you, as now I forget you.
Now I am apart of my own song, playing
Mind racing and straying
With my hand stuck in glue.
Because I can feel my unshaven face
And the soapy residue
With a tasty, taste of skin
But oh Lord, it is not you
Just an image
In this pilgrimage to request your song
When the World has gone wrong
And I'm left waiting and waiting for my request.
To solely be the Ferry that carries you out
To the choppy docks that call you by your name
And it was always the same, same, same
With a northern light to sector the cane of rain
With how you told me your sugar was your claim to fame
And how resoundingly you disputed your face in the frame
I feel the need to you
The responsibility
The civility
To you
But baby you're my own
Our own
As you truly feel my heart,
I will feel your heart
And you will find me, thumbs up,
Waiting for a ride from you, walking
Along the highway that speeds your limits
And breaks down lanes...forward
To the destinations, our stations should go
