Re-Run

Saturday it's two a.m.

I think I'll call you up again

And all we ever talk about is the weather.

It seems that all this small talk's killing me

So I might just go to sleep

And maybe dream of something better.

Staring at this photograph

It's funny how it takes you back to a time

When everything seemed easier.

Coffee in the morning time

Cause I can never sleep at night

Thoughts of this only make it linger.