its 2:00 and all is quiet

but in my head sings a harmony

of riotous proportions its getting louder

.

weaving songs of not together

bringing visions of sadandsinging weather.

waitin for the rain to fall

.

all good things must come to an end

and here it comes like a freight train

around the bend and into my eyes

now i see why

.

so many many songs are written about distance

so many many choose to follow the path of least resistance

so many poets pen verses about missing the sun

missing the one and losing everything ending up with none

.

so take a pen and write a note

for me to read when im at home

all alone and writing you in my bedroom

.

and the foolish little girl thats me

will keep on picking up days

easily. till your at my door again

remembering why

.

so many many songs are written about distance

so many many choose to follow the path of least resistance

so many poets pen verses about missing the sun

missing the one and losing everything ending up with none

.

and distance takes another shot

it takes away the best ive got

it has before, it will again

and i will know why

.

so many many songs are written about distance

so many many choose to follow the path of least resistance

so many poets pen verses about missing the sun

missing the one and losing everything ending up with none