Long long way to go    Reading faces and trusting eyes    I realize talk is cheap and slow    Makes me choose from doors    I gravitate to worn out paint broken glass and dirty wooden floors    This daily routine slows to a crawl around here       Did you call my name Did you talk to me    Did you write it down    I'll look in the letterbox       Trying to bring it home    But I can't rewind and all this time is looking shorter than it ever did    Always a step behind    But I steal a little here and there so I can use it at the end       This daily routine never stops at all around here       So I'll take it when it comes and share it if I can    or give it all away    I'll take it to the sky just to see if it will fall    it just might float away       Did you call my name Did I just not hear    Did you drop it off    I'll look in the letterbox