Letterbox - Wayne

Long, long way to go 
Reading faces and trusting eyes 
I realize talk is cheap and slow 
Makes me choose from doors 
I gravitate to worn out paint broken glass and dirty wooden floors 
This daily routine slows to a crawl around here 

Did you call my name did you talk to me 
Did you write it down? 
I'll look in the letterbox 

Trying to bring it home 
But I can't rewind and all this time is looking shorter than it ever did 
Always a step behind 
But I steal a little here and there so I can use it at the end 

This daily routine never stops at all around here 

So I'll take it when it comes and share it if I can 
Or give it all away 
I'll take it to the sky just to see if it will fall 
It just might float away 

Did you call my name did I just not hear 
Did you drop it off? 
I'll look in the letterbox