Come Calling (His Song)

The stillness here,

like what he sometimes finds inside her,

hits so hard it can steal your breath forever.

He sometimes wonders

is the sum of their lives together

him on the floor and her lost to a mind in tatters.

These days he's drinking for the pleasure of falling

and he's falling for the pleasure of pretending

that she's sitting by the window waiting

for him to come calling.

If I could fix me up a week of twilight hours

we'd sit on the point

and watch the sun continually flounder.

Bathed in gold we'd plug into some kind of power

and connect with those days

back before all of this went sour.

'Cause I'm drinking for the pleasure of falling

and I'm falling for the pleasure of pretending

that you're sitting by the window waiting

for me to come calling.

Odd how the darkness always makes us whisper

and with the last of the sun

you can feel the approach of the winter.

Now is the time of each day that I

desperately miss her.

I suppose I will learn how to live my life without her.

So you're drinking for the pleasure of falling

and you're falling for the pleasure of pretending

that I'm sitting by the window waiting

for you to come calling.