There’s been no reprieve;
When I’m late for a good idea
And even if I tell my story
I have neither the time
Nor the patience
to listen
There’s been no letting up;
When I run to catch the last chance
And find myself
On the wrong conclusion
Stranded hunched against
The wall
There’s been no answered prayer
Disparate I rummage now
Finding your love has
Fallen through the hole
In my pocket and
I miss you more
