fabrics of the heart

Again i am here at your beck and call,you lonely night

free me from this oppression

i wait patiently wading off sleep,walking around,chatting up

all to avoid winding down

it becomes too much,cant take it any longer and ring ring

the phone goes-hundreds of miles away

she stirs,she wakes,she calls,i pick.....up

somehow,again i am sentenced to your whims.oh you lonely night

Eyes wide awake,heart full of stories untold-i am your slave

your slave again for tonight and yester night and the night before and the night before that

i am...the good boyfriend all alone yet for another night