Nothing to Write

Day one still the cold telephone and conversation
And you're rubbing your eyes the wrong way
The less you know about in betweens now
And betweens seems
The more time will pass you
And the more time will pass you by circling cities for night Life
And you say daytime cities are old conversations
Too old

And if so where were you
At two and
Where are the reels I left in the car
So far so maybe a day drive will dry your eyes
And certain, a day drive will dry your eyes

Had hourly thoughts written down in quarters
At seven twenty seven there's paper on the floor
One eye open and nothing to write
No ink to write
No one to write
Nothing to write