I call you on the phone. I'm no longer alone.
Your voice in my ear takes away all my fear.
How are you? I am no longer blue.
Great to talk to you. I hate when I cannot talk to you.
It's been a long, long, time.
I've been fine. I've walked the line.
Has there been rain? Has there been pain?
Or has there been sun? Has it been fun?
Or has it just been ok?