The Station

I call you from the station

But you don't have the time

The time is tickling closer

To the end of the line

How can I trust the feelings

In a telephone call

The road keeps getting longer

But there's no signs at all

I can formulate a plan to keep

You quiet and appeased

Something in me tells me

There are no guarantees

You fought for my attention

I was always around

Resignation's not a feeling

So it don't really count

When my fun is ending

You will finally smile

But a future life with you

Would be a life of denial

Part of your deception

Is a comforting pose

You wear me down with reassurance

That you'll keep me in tow

Living on installment's

Not a permanent plan

How many times have I been promised

That you'll do what you can

Should I beg for your forgiveness

At the top of the hour

Does it even really matter

If the taste is so sour

I call you from the station

You call me from the station

Your line was busy

You won't listen