Wrong to say that I am giving up
I've got pictures at my home
Right to say that I ain't showing up
Sunny days should leave a message on my phone
I don't think I'm gonna miss you much
And doors that transform me alone
For I've got dials and knobs soft to the touch
All your lectures will become
Converted into static hum
Sunny days should leave a message on my phone
Ode to sleep perchance to dream
The laughter and the follies that
To live again those joyous scenes
Are locked away inside my head
