changing the english channel

I don’t know where you were coming from
And I could care less where you expect to be
You spent your time
Kept me hanging from a line
Exchanging your currency
It’s not like our love was
Changing the industry

The wayward wanderer
On to bigger and better things
I guess there’s reason to every rhyme
You don’t need to pull the string
Reaching out to mine
There’s no static in the frequency
I can hear you fine

If you were truly this unhappy
You failed to let me know
You left your mark on me
Scratched right into my back
From the night before
While you were on your back
Sprawled across the floor

After us
The morning came
You express shipped your clothes
Slipped out the door
And went on your expatriated way

If only we forgot where we were headed
We’d get lost along the way
Though I suppose
I’ve got all the time in the world for detours
So I’ll see you sometime later on today
For you forgot your passport

As for finding your destination
I believe you will succeed
You’ll find yourself
Back at the point
You started from
Somewhere in between

You’re somewhere above the clouds
While I’m down here with all the doubts in sway
London Bridge is falling down
Underneath the weight

© 2009 by Matt Bonham