All Signs Point To: Love Hurts
I thought about calling you but
Its been so long, I fear youve forgotten.
Besides that, Ive got it in my head
That it must be a sign that your number
Is faded and the paper is wrinkled.
Werent you the one who told me
Everything happens for a reason?
[is that why Im sitting here
Listening to the dial tone, waiting
For someone to hand me a reason?]
Id just go to your house but
No one has your address because youve
Moved on, taken up residence in
Tomorrow and left us all back in
Yesterday. And this forty-eight hour difference
Is killing me slowly, knowing well never
Stare at the same moon or think
About each other in the same way.
[Not after everything that happened,
At least never in this life time.]
Maybe Ill write you a letter, we could be
Like that old black&white movie, just falling
in love with a perfect stranger that you see
Everyday, because I knew you, but did I really
know you? And if I did write you, what would