Look Me Up When You Get Time

You’re sitting on an eastern desert shoreline

Golden waves alight, would wash upon the sand

Shadow behind your trademark silver glasses

Ain't goodbye the fire that was splashed across the air

And I know, it’s not you

Just projections on the wall I’ve used to ease my worried heart

I know, it’s not true

I’ve hung too long on you

Shackled to the drain where you washed away

But it’s okay

My, my, my

Look me up when you get time

I called you up, and listened to your stories

But house-spun hasty tales can’t quench my thirst to know

I asked to see more of your collection

Those phrases you would see, turned to blissful melodies

And I know, it’s not you

Just rejections on the wall I’ve lined, to ease my busy mind

I know, it makes me blue

And maybe you’ll just play along

Pretend to see the things I’ll never be

But it’s okay

My, my, my

Look me up when you get time

I did my best to move on down the highway

Called up my old love, just to get you off my mind

She said, “Lucas, you haven’t changed a bit, dear”

I asked what she meant, as she laughed on out the door

And I know, it’s not true

To think you’ll change your mind, just ‘cause I took the time to think of you

I know, I’m the fool

I’ve hung too long on you

I ache every time I hear your name

But it’s okay

My, my, my

Look me up when you get time

(mmhmmhmhm, hmhmhmm)