Lines And Dots

It's an hour past tomorrow

And I'm tranquilized enough to hold a pen

And try it again

Making lines on a page

In a haze seeing dots

Little lines and dots

Little lines and dots

Better I might think of better times

Spiral notebooks filled with verses

I've got reams of letters written but never mailed

Is that where I failed

To connect intersect

Here it comes, hit the deck

Little lines and dots

Little lines and dots

Better I might think of better times

If that's all we've got

If that's all we've got

Doesn't leave a lot to mark the time

If a picture's worth a thousand words

Then having you is worth the whole set of books

If that's all it took

Little lines

Little lines

Little lines