From Exile - 3rd Ward

95 Speaking to me I just might go
You call my name through the cellphone
I can't pick up babe, I'm on that road
And these places too far from me
Childlike, I know
Feel like I got tar heels
My skin and the gravel are just too close
Mind seeks God, can't find much? Who knows
But I give wings to my words
Hoping they rise to a place they at least seem close
There's a lost language in my backyard singing poems
I'm still learning to read
Vision coming to me
Time is just what I need

Built up a wall to keep the stoppers from stopping by
Shadow is tall, we sitting under enjoying life that's right

You were around, but not around that's your way of life
And me by myself, but that's just how I was living mine
It's fine

Walk to the bus, I'll fall asleep on the way to work
Read when I don't, til' I get home see the moon emerge
Long while

When nobody called I called myself on the other line
Spoke til' I knew that something coming was something light
In time

In time