To Make My Peace With You: I Can’t Hear You Calling

I Can’t Hear You Calling

Heavy chain dragging ‘cross a concrete floor
Crash from the fall of the oil drum to roll
Rolling to a stop
Then silence in open room

And I, I, I, I, I can’t hear you calling
No I, I, I, I, I can’t hear you calling
I, I, I, I, I can’t hear you calling
I can’t hear you calling me

Suspicion got me wishing I were somewhere else
Start to get a picture of how Kafka felt
To starve my heart
This becomes my only reprieve

So I, I, I, I, I can’t hear you calling
No I, I, I, I, I can’t hear you calling
I, I, I, I, I can’t hear you calling
I can’t hear you calling me

I, I, I, I, I can’t hear you calling
No I, I, I, I, I can’t hear you calling
I, I, I, I, I can’t hear you calling
I can’t hear you calling me




September 7, 2007