Hour

I found out I was in another town

didn't know they had to send out

I was waiting by the telephone

looking out from the top floor

Now this rain is not something I adore

but I was standing there hoping to open up the door

I looked around

put a hand into my pocket

& found a book that I had lost

I was dressed in black

feeling out of time

just waiting for that shiny caddillac

baby send one out to bring me back

There was no one there to tell me

& I myself I couldn't see

that the hour hadn't come

So it's left with only roses

& an uphill climb in sight

no more dancing in the wasteland

I was too wasted anyhow

I placed one hand on my forehead

I shook the other one and sighed

in the now dead room

& the only child

listen....

No one was there to tell me

& I myself I could not see

that the hour hadn't come