Far from heart, but deep in mind
We keep in touch from time to time
Our clandestine
Conversation time.

I felt deflated, a little bit outdated.
And I was thinking 'bout the simple times,
so I thought I'd give you a call.
Just to talk about the things we had
I should've buried them years ago
Now I'm caught between the new and old
Something, somewhere, somehow has to give.

I shouldn't feel anxious
This once was common practice
and if the past seems to haunt me now.
God help me when I'm 64.

Thinking hard about the things I had,
should've buried them years ago
Now I'm caught between the new and old
Something, somewhere, somehow has to give

"I'm glad you called, everything's improved.
And my boyfriend's new, and he's a poet, too!"
You never talked about the things we had
Must've buried them years ago
But you recited all your boyfriend's poems,
and I don't care about...
And I remembered such a simple fact,
I just can't stand the phone,
it ties me up between the new and old,
but something, somewhere, somehow has to give.