AS THE MUSIC DROWNS

As The Music Drowns

Baby, I hear the tears in your voice

Even though you’re trying to be brave

There on the other end of the phone.

I know you’re sitting there

In the dark as usual

Wearing pajama bottoms and those old socks.

I listen to what you say

And to what you’re not saying

And I keep my silence until you’re through.

You have no idea how much I love you

How I’d like to put my arms around you

And hold you till the pain stops.

I’m just the girl next door,

Your best buddy,

Your sounding board and listening post.

I know you better

Than you know yourself

And I still love you enough to die for you.

I hear you get up and put on a record

Not an impersonal CD

But a scratched up old album from The Goodwill.

Well, I won’t take up any more of your time, you say

And still hold onto the phone

Like it’s a lifeline in the sea of loneliness.

You can call me anytime, I whisper softly

As I lie there looking out my window

And down at your shadow in a dim hall light.

Damn those girls that break your heart!

They have no idea how good and fine and sweet you are!

They have no idea.

But I do. I do.

And I wipe the tears from my face

As Solomon Burke starts to sing the song of my heart.

I’m a man! you say angrily into the phone

(Like you’re trying to convince somebody, maybe yourself)

I’ve been hurt before, I’m not going to cry over it.

It’s okay, I answer softly

Knowing you’re not really even listening

It’s alright to cry sometimes.

Then you hang up the phone

And turn the stereo up real high

And I lie there in the dark alone as the music drowns out our tears.

©By Voo

Dec 08, 08

2:12 a.m.

Cry To Me by Solomon Burke, 

the song playing on the record player