Wrong to say that I am giving up

Right to say that I ain't showing up

I've got pictures at my home and doors that

Transform me alone

Sunny days should leave a message on my phone

I don't think I'm gonna miss you much

For I've got dials and knobs soft to the touch

All your lectures will become converted into static hum

Sunny days should leave a message on my phone

Oh to sleep per chance to dream

To live again those joyous scenes

The laughter and the follies that

Are locked away inside my head