95 Speaking to me I just might go

You call my name through the cellphone

I can't pick up babe, I'm on that road

And these places too far from me

Childlike, I know

Feel like I got tar heels

My skin and the gravel are just too close

Mind seeks God, can't find much? Who knows

But I give wings to my words

Hoping they rise to a place they at least seem close

There's a lost language in my backyard singing poems

I'm still learning to read

Vision coming to me

Time is just what I need

Built up a wall to keep the stoppers from stopping by

Shadow is tall, we sitting under enjoying life that's right

You were around, but not around that's your way of life

And me by myself, but that's just how I was living mine

It's fine

Walk to the bus, I'll fall asleep on the way to work

Read when I don't, til' I get home see the moon emerge

Long while

When nobody called I called myself on the other line

Spoke til' I knew that something coming was something light

In time

In time