A man delivers a long distance monologue to a former love

an unsuccessful reaching out to a former lover transforms to a reflection on the realities of love's first failure

now that....would be telling

you...you said to me
it's dark baby, baby I can't see
what the future, it means to me
but together we will take it, right to the top
of the 99th floor and just then we'll stop
and sing oh


i'd like to be forgiven, i'd like another chance
to soothe old lover's bruises
but god knows that I can't
how is it that I loved you when others couldn't bring
from no great lack of trying
a love song I could sing
I'm singing oh

the last time we made love, that night
we were laughing back to way back when
we were children testing wrong and right
koolaid cocktails made with lemon gin
I remember how my father looked
when i told him about my first girl friend
and my mother said be nice to girls
cause passion fades
but love never ends

in a far off corner of the world
morning breaks
though yesterday's in this room
little whispers
smoke and mirrors
in a far off corner of the world