Chrisonomicon

Wednesday, October 16, 2002

Five o’clock, I don’t know what to do
It’s much too late to call,
Just as soon go and see you.

If I arrive with a suitcase at your door,
Would you throw your arms around me,
Would we make love on the floor?

We lead different lives,
Sleep in different beds,
Sleep in different countries,
While your voice plays in my head.

If I tried to be smarter than before,
Would you tell me that you missed me,
Would you love me even more?

It feels right.
Will you remember me?
You’re alright.
Just think of me and you’re always close to home.

—Blue Six, Close to Home