the calling

And even in the darkest, deepest, recesses of my mind I still try, try to reach you out there.

I only can let the phone ring so long before I have to let go.

I am hoping something inside of you picks up before it's too late.

No more tap, tapping at your window in the rain.

No more calls stretching to you as you sleep.

Too little too late and finally I close my gate.

Don't ever forget I tried to call.