Sitting here in the chair and thinking, will I ever hear from you, I'm blinking,
Wondering why my mind is fried, my heart could soon be sinking.
Am I really just a phase to you, someone to help you see and pull you through
Or did you confide to keep an option open, maybe its wrong and what you speak is true.
The things we take for granted so settled and so true
The things we see for pleasure so pretty and sea blue
The things that teach us what it is we are supposed to do
The things that reach through and shine that light upon you.