Out of Reach

We said we would keep in touch
But we're way out of reach
We stopped writing months ago
And we haven't talked in weeks

But today I'm gonna call you
Just to prove that I still care
But I'm so afraid you'll answer
That I hope you won't be there

When I call we'll catch up
First we'll tell the news
Probably we'll only detail them
Perhaps we'll drop some clues

Somebody had a baby
Someone's gone to jail
Something funny happened
And you forwarded my mail

I'll ask you, "How have you been?"
And you'll reply, "Okay."
Then I'll tell you I'm not too bad
Then there's nothing left to say

Then there will be a silence
Like we were unwrapping gauze
Till someone says, "Are you still there?"
To end the Pinter pause

Finally we'll hang up
Done with that go round
It's always nice to hear you voice
But I will want to lie down

We said we would keep in touch
We're way out of reach