Out of Reach

We said we would keep in touch

But we're way out of reach

We stopped writing months ago

And we haven't talked in weeks

But today I'm gonna call you

Just to prove that I still care

But I'm so afraid you'll answer

That I hope you won't be there

When I call we'll catch up

First we'll tell the news

Probably we'll only detail them

Perhaps we'll drop some clues

Somebody had a baby

Someone's gone to jail

Something funny happened

And you forwarded my mail

I'll ask you, "How have you been?"

And you'll reply, "Okay."

Then I'll tell you I'm not too bad

Then there's nothing left to say

Then there will be a silence

Like we were unwrapping gauze

Till someone says, "Are you still there?"

To end the Pinter pause

Finally we'll hang up

Done with that go round

It's always nice to hear you voice

But I will want to lie down

We said we would keep in touch

We're way out of reach