Despite our differences

You don't want me calling you up All melancholy sick from love You prefer it uncomplicated Things are tricky now I bet you hate it Your mind's eye finds the exit sign And you're off in perfect fashion...

When we tried to rework all of this Each to her rendition We painted ourselves in a corner Lost for ideas blindly fishing For a compliment or kindness Just to bring us into view But you could not...

Back in the long stretch of loneliness I have come to call a living I'm getting something for all this love's labor Even when I am forgetting Oh we oh oh, little perennials Where'd you come from?...