The Poetry Of It All

[From_Now_On]

The Poetry of it All

 

Waking up in the morning

To a phone that is ringing

But it's not you, this time

Pouring cold cups of coffee

I know that it's bad for me

But I like the poetry of it all

 

Speaking into the receiver and staring blankly at the wall

 

--chorus--

I'm sorry you've got the wrong number

No that's okay, I couldn't sleep anyway

And I enjoy the company of your call

I've been waiting all day and all night

Hoping that the phone just might (ring)

And the voice that it just might (bring)

Though you're not the stranger I have been expecting

I admit

But I needed something different, anyway

--end chorus--

 

I waste my days

Searching the residential pages

For a name that escapes my mind too often

Time to close the book

And take a good hard look

At myself

This could be interesting

And then the phone rings

 

(chorus)

 

I spend my nights

Staring out the window at the streetlights

Waiting for the sound of something far ago and long away

Time to close my eyes

And take a good hard look inside

Of myself

This could be interesting

And then phone rings

 

(chorus)

 

I've lost days that have fallen to years

Drowning out my future with aging tears

Praying for an old savior who could conquer these fears, but they're my own

Time to move on

And see the wrong

I've been doing unto myself

This could be interesting

And then the phone rings

 

(chorus)

 

Waking up in the morning

To a phone that is ringing

But it's not you, this time

Pouring cold cups of coffee

I know that it's bad for me

But I like the poetry of it all

[Goincrazy]

Wow, very original! I love your lyrics. Keep up the good work

[From_Now_On]

Thanks for the comment/compliment Goincrazy. I'm glad you liked it. =)

[GettingOverIt]

This is very unique and very powerful... Of course, you know me, I get moved by very specific lyrics, and well, these hit me hard:

 

Praying for an old savior who could conquer these fears, but they're my own

Time to move on

And see the wrong

I've been doing unto myself

 

I love to read your writing, kiddo!

--Me