Somewhere

Somewhere in the quiet of the late night

In a phone booth

So far from home

You sit and cry

Pick it up and call

If you don't know what to say

At least I will know it is you

I cried when you left

And now you cry because you are not here

Pick it up and call

A quarter is a small price to pay

To hear love

On the line

Light a cigarette

Dry your eyes

Wipe the mascara off your cheeks

If I ask you to come home

Then what

Maybe I won't

Then what

Just sit there and cry

The bars are all closed

The streets are empty

Just another night

Of empty bottles

And broken dreams

The street light shadows

Cast an eerie spell

On all who remain

But don't belong

To the place where you are

Sitting lonely and afraid

Or getting beat by a drunk

I'm at home

Pick it up and call

I'll come get you

Cause I still love you

Not sure why

But I do...




Robert
2016