There's this voice that's calling out to me
He's calling for me
He's reaching for me
He's ready for me
And, anxiously, he's blindly searching for me
He's waiting for me
He's urging for me
He thinks it's me he's seeing
He thinks it's me he's wanting
He thinks it's me he's feeling
What can he really be thinking?
These thoughts are deeply sinking
My mind is wildly blowing
His actions purely showing
And he just keeps on going
My eyes are slowly lowering
To match this voice that's longing
How can he pretend to knowing
The person that he's longing?
My thoughts continue wandering
My mind continues zoning
He thinks his heart is choosing
But my heart is steady cruising
The answers I am seeking
To this presence
It's confusing
