When I Couldn’t Sleep and You Didn’t Call

Drinking Whiskey from a tin can cup
Rocking in my rocking chair
The fan is spinning overhead
And I just think of you.
I think a lot more intensely than
I expected (when you didn’t call)
And I see that maybe I
Feel something myself
But let’s not rush things quite just yet
Still so many different things
That would have to change
For us to fall into each other
And learn to love again…