The Answer You Wanted
I've never been quite the answer you wanted; just a reflection you could sing but never believe in.
And I know it doesn't sound grown up now, but someday when I'm older I'd like to think I made the best
of the life given to me; no time for catching up tonight.
(Tonight) I've just got to make this different.
So would you let me know I'm not just dreaming?
Please just say so.
If I can do this, please just say I'm not all over yet.
I should've learned by now to keep a safe distance, 'cause i'm never sure if I could follow through, but
Somehow, I got this idea that tomorrow is worth anything I make it, but for now I'm making sure i never forget you.
No, I'm not just dreaming. Please just say so.
If I can do this, please just say I'm not all over yet.
So if it's what you want, don't ever hesitate to take it, 'cause I'll never know what's right for you.
And if you think it's worthwhile, carry on home.
After all you know i never want to hold you back.
Julia
Something is so strange about the way you seem to move along so carelessly:
to carry on, but never sink.
Another metaphor amongst a million locked inside this book of tricks,
still much to nobody's surprise.
But volumes of poetry couldn't come close to the damage you're doing
yourself and those around you every minute you open your mouth like a wound.
Before this timer times out, take your hands off the mouse, won't you?
Makeup and gossip was never enough for you;
are you having a good enough time dear?
Makeup and gossip means you get what you deserve.
You're big enough; you should know better by now.
Get back to the real world, won't you, Julia?
Nothing ever changes for you; it's time to act your age.
So come on down to the stage, where you're taking the lead,
in this play that I'm writing for the drama you make.
In this diary in verses: This life laid out in pages,
where you're my tragedy in lyrics and I'm the author of those eyes.
Get back to the real world, won't you, Julia?
Nothing ever changes for you; it's time to act your age.
This Is No Time For Phonetag! So where does this leave me?
Hanging by a message; a device that I have
grown to loathe a little more with every word I'm using just to
cover up the truth that you're just a questionable figure
in a tale far too dull to set in stone.
And you'd say it like a priestess, but you sin just like the rest of us,
and leave me here to figure out the difference.
I won't take my chances stuck in your speakers,
like i'll be waiting when you get lost
filling your nothing with my empty words and stories.
Try a call for once; just be a real person.
Give me a reason to believe you're being genuine
with what you want, and if I'm a part of that or not.
'Cause as the record shows, you always
say it like a priestess, but you sin just like the rest of us
and I don't want to sit around and play this.
Don't sell me out for nothing; not on this one.
©2009 Eric Reavey
~RSH