You say
“Hello, my friend it’s been a while
Since we’ve spoken
Lost the time
I’ve drifted far away from home”

You say
“I’ve given up, there’s no winning
Had too much
All burnt out
My worn-out shoes, my jealous eyes”

You say
“I’m not listening”
You say
I’m not listening

You say
“My centre’s lost and I’m a mess
My up’s down
Left is right
My front is back, all inside-out”

You say
“What difference comes from being me
I’m empty
All used up
A dried-out husk, a worn out seed”

You say
“I’m not listening”
You say
I’m not listening

You say
“I’ll just go and leave you now
Stayed too long
Burned my welcome
Cut my ties all into rags”

You say
“You’re distracted, playing games
Still climbing
To a top
Beyond the clouds that never comes”

You say
“Hearing takes you being here
Not elsewhere
In this moment
Open doors and welcome arms”

I say
“I’ve been here all of the time
Take a seat
Take a step
Here is my hand, I’m listening”