well you called me telephone ringing in the night and you asked me if i was alright like an afterthought an oversight and i stood so surprised trying to hold on to my pride so close i could hear your low sigh i said i was fine you said you were fine theres a loneliness i dont lose sight of it like a high distant satellite one side in shadow one in light but i didnt mind to be alone that night in a city id never seen all these skyscrapers pooling on a prairie built high and tall as though they all compete just to reach the darkness up above that once here had been somewhere if theres a beauty you had seen in me that i wanted somehow to believe drift of sentiment and memory that i could not have i could not keep no it never did belong to me it was only ever another thing i would carry still it held me loyalty to a feeling to some glimpse of a love that was only ever a kind of distance that we could not cross gather no moss