Said "it's new yet

Too soon to regret

At least it's a kind of change

Here the heat works

Some days have no words

I don't find I have a lot to say."

What makes a good trade

Who talks and who takes

Does anyone come out okay

I walked so far

I felt my feet were failing me

I talked out loud

Until the sound came back to me

I never figured out

What the point of it was

I loved the way you wrote

In pencil in the margin notes

00000, roger Mexico

I never got past thе part

Where Margherita punchеs a clock

Sounds like a bar fight

Looks like a bus stop

Might be lacking as a place to rest

You like the sidewalks

You watch the rooftops

And you never know what to expect

A secret smoker

A night sky watcher

All your neighbors on the 4th of July

We might never end up

Where we think we have been heading

We might have to draw a different line

A good talker

A long walker

You always like to see the city slow

I might be out of line

But I know I'm out of reasons

I can't let myself just let it go

My good friend

I know it's a bad time

Can I give you a call

Can I maybe stop by

I'm way off the deep and

I've been drifting for a long time

I want the calm between waves

I always crash with the tide

What good is intention

When you can't move in a straight line

Just end up back where you are

Or even farther behind

You let me down easy

Talk me out of my mind

Sitting up on your roof

Under a million bright lights

Yeah my good friend

I know it's a bad time

Can I give you a call

Can I maybe stop by