In Writing

Words and Music: Carl J. Webley

Unbeknownsed to me you moved out of your street
Unhooked your telephone as well
Now I wish you had told me then I wouldn't worry
And I could get on with all those things that I told you I'd be

You were last so hard to find
It's all wasted in your eyes

Pollen to the bee feel it go to your knees
A field of flowers crumple in the breeze
The swarm it makes me freeze your as blind as I am free
And it took so long to see as for you to sting

You were last so hard to find
It's all wasted in your eyes
It is all wasted in your eyes

So call in to see me when will you be free
Then I could love you so much more coffee, milo or tea?