Keystrokes
Created | Updated Oct 13, 2003
On the tracks we have set
Where are the stations?
Are we far away yet?
Within a few keystrokes
You have entered my mind
Entered.Taken over,
Whilst I try to unwind
Whilst I sit and gaze
At the paper out spread
Your voice echoes back
Through my empty head
My head full of images
Of you, blonde and sweet
Please dont run away
When we eventually meet
The coffee sits cold
Down by my side
As I try to work out
If I need to go hide
Away from my feelings
Safely back to my shell
Where is this train going?
Can you or I tell?
You have been through so much
In your recent past
The last thing you need
Another pain in the arse