Waiting for your call

I wait for you call, but it never comes.

To me that’s the greatest disappointment of all,

But what else can be expected in a world of bums,

A world of drunks, and of suffering.

From temptations grab, I duck,

And manage not look at the pictures your offering.

For if I did, your missing call, would hurt that much more,

So I run and run, until I fall,

And my feet are swollen and sore.

One day my dear, we will see each other face to face,

And when that day comes do not fear,

Cause we will be in each others arms, the right place.

So my doll, I will wait right here,

And will wait for your call.