You're not so far awaynYour sitting in the space between the night and daynAnd so I'll wait for the sound of your footstepsnThe tea that's brewed too strongnThe part of me that's waited patiently for oh so longnAt least I trynBut I'm relyingnOn my photographic memorynWhile painfully realizingnIt's not all that it's cracked up to benAnd falling's just another way to flynI wonder why it's never easier thannThe first timen