upon the rails   among the weeds   i had a moment of   serenity   i saw you stand   in all the green   upon the rusting rail   balancing      you were   the only answer   my plans   spun all around you   five years in the wrong, i am assured   my name to you is just another word      and in your bed   in morristown   you had magazines   thrown around   from under them   the phone it rang   and in the margin there   you wrote the number down      you were   the only answer,   my plans   spun all around you,   five years in the wrong, i am assured   my name to you is just another word      another word   another word   the only answer   another word   the only answer   the only answer   the only answer