Phone Call

The gray pages tell me it's tomorrow, again

I looked all day Sunday for a motto, again

I should have known better

I should have called you

Pretend only good days were to follow, from here

I held you up close you were the model, the friend

I should of known better

I could have called you

I hope I don't need Cus D'amato again

Lead me around my will to follow

I hate the games we play

There's nothing in it

I'm older every day

I hope we win it

I should have called

I should have known better

I should have called you