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i was resting in my silence

but could you tell my excitement



someone told me it was you on the phone

and i could tell how you were feeling by your tone

and it was a good thing

but i knew the tent i'd been setting was folding



just by the tone of your voice

it was good to talk to you, today

and for all the words you shared

it was good to talk to you, today

i didn't hope so nothing fleeted



so i told me instantly i can cope

and you couldn't tell how i was feeling by my tone

and yet you could

though i knew the tent i'd been setting was folding



just by the tone of your voice

it was good to talk to you, today

and for all the words you shared

we laughed and we meant it all

i didn't hope so nothing fleeted



but every word i considered

though i didn't write it out

naturally just wing it

but that plane is crashing just outside of chicago



i can't parashoot out but i won't die

i'm fine

i will live life out on the ground

whether i'm allowed to plant feet inside

this is the strangest life



i'm stunned

twenty five years old

such a long life to go

or so i hope

that i can cope

alone

waiting for a call, by the phone