Out of Reach

We said we would keep in touch But we're way out of reach We stopped writing months ago And we haven't talked in weeks But today I'm gonna call you Just to prove that I still care But I'm so afraid you'll answer That I hope you won't be there When I call we'll catch up First we'll tell the news Probably we'll only detail them Perhaps we'll drop some clues Somebody had a baby Someone's gone to jail Something funny happened And you forwarded my mail I'll ask you, "How have you been?" And you'll reply, "Okay." Then I'll tell you I'm not too bad Then there's nothing left to say Then there will be a silence Like we were unwrapping gauze Till someone says, "Are you still there?" To end the Pinter pause Finally we'll hang up Done with that go round It's always nice to hear you voice But I will want to lie down We said we would keep in touch We're way out of reach