Carolee

Ive seen the city, six times Im sure

Answered all the questions that you left on my door

Wrote all the answers on a Top Flight page

On the bed in my bedroom where I first thought you would soon amaze me

Well heres one question

For your diary filled with pages

What was the last thing I said?

Can you find the memory?

Or have you lost me

In pages beside your bed?

I find it strange that all you see

Is an open doorway, right before me and you walk on in

You said Please to meet you with that southern voice

So why cant I see that you leave me no choice?

Now listen dear

Speak words to me

Let me know that the place where youre at is halfway free

Cause here tonight

I fear youre lost