I’ve got a pen
With miles of ink
More than I have
Things to think

Long distance, operator calls
I’m holding the line
Pen in hand
Writing rhyme to rhyme

You don’t know me
The cynic I am
Rolling all wide open
I don’t give a ****

Here it is, the truth beholds
You’re no different than me
Looking for all those things
Only a heart can see

9/12/25