Ive seen the city, six times Im sure 

Answered all the questions that you left on my door 

Wrote all the answers on a Top Flight page 

On the bed in my bedroom where I first thought you would soon amaze me 

Well heres one question 

For your diary filled with pages 

What was the last thing I said? 

Can you find the memory? 

Or have you lost me 

In pages beside your bed? 

I find it strange that all you see 

Is an open doorway, right before me and you walk on in 

You said Please to meet you with that southern voice 

So why cant I see that you leave me no choice? 

Now listen dear 

Speak words to me 

Let me know that the place where youre at is halfway free 

Cause here tonight 

I fear youre lost