Day one still the cold telephone and conversation And you're rubbing your eyes the wrong way The less you know about in betweens now And betweens seems The more time will pass you And the more time will pass you by circling cities for night Life And you say daytime cities are old conversations Too old And if so where were you At two and Where are the reels I left in the car So far so maybe a day drive will dry your eyes And certain, a day drive will dry your eyes Had hourly thoughts written down in quarters At seven twenty seven there's paper on the floor One eye open and nothing to write No ink to write No one to write Nothing to write