Sweet Alexandra

I am living on the line,
twisting words into a twine,
while living my life the other way.
Face to face is hard to bare.
In your stare you're never there.
Never do I get to see your eyes.

But, in your stories, I get carried away.
Long distance glory, is driving me astray.
And though I know I'm not, I like to bask beneath the thought
that I am somehow, someway getting through.

I am in the hallways now,
just because you disallow
me to come and visit in the room.
Socially your always there.
In and out without a care.
I'm constantly reminded by the sound.

I know you're so close. But, you seem very far.
I'm holding you here. I don't know where you are.
And though I know I'm not, I like to bask beneath the thought
that I am somehow, someway getting through.

Sweet Alexandra,
your always in your phone booth
one ring is all it takes before you will pick up.
Sweet Alexandra,
your always in your phone booth
I'm knocking on the door, will you please open up.

Sweet Alexandra,
your always in your phone booth
one ring is all it takes before you will pick up.
Sweet Alexandra,
your always in your phone booth
I'm knocking on the door, will you please open up.