Verna Cannon Expecting An Answer
i spend nights looking for you in placesi never would
have set foot in the daytime and your name makes such a
sad soliloquoy in the middle of the street i might be
standing right on top of you but to know that would take
some intuition every story i tell myself seems like it
never could have happened... all your friends and enemies
look blankly at me and i wonder what they know but I'm
going to call your name...shouldn't i call your name like
i'm expecting an answer? did i make you up? someone
convince me that i have then it won't feel so bad if you
don't show up i could dream a pretty scene a strange girl
showering you with love well, that's the best place for
me to hang my imagination you never know when you pose
for a missing sign but i'm going to call your
name...shouldn't i call your name like i'm expecting an
answer?