Dreaming in the night of the faces that crowd in your solitude
Wading in the typing pool drowning the things you thought you knew
Making your concessions accepting that sometimes you can not choose
And you realize there's nothing left to say
I'm not back on the other side with you
Waiting for replies in the mail and beyond to be sent to you
Fate is in the cards so you bet all your chances on solitude
Waging of the silence on silence and reaching for substitutes
And the words and plans fell through your hands too soon