unmolested

I'm not a talker 

but tonight 

we can talk

let's get outside and 

find a place 

we can walk 

let's find a place we can walk back time 

let's find a place we can walk unmolested

if it's not too late 

if it's not too late 

i am swimming and breathing in this atmosphere

maybe just one more beer 

let me bend your ear

i am gasping and grasping collapsing in this atmosphere

let's get right out of here
let me lend you an arm, my dear

neither here nor there

[[ a song about where we are when we're on the phone ]]

she is so far away

hiding words 

at the end of a corridor

she is balanced on air

reading paint 

at the end of a corridor

if all you think 

is all you hear 

if all you think

is in your ear

where are you now,

woman on telephone?

are you neither here nor there?

she is thinking elsewhere 

giving herself

to a telephone microphone

she is moving her mouth

mouthing words

to a telephone microphone