My mind   A dictionary full of errors   Honesty that makes us sick   The last time   I tried to speak these words to you   I fell into what was escaped   Im making it up on the ride   And that's just fine   As long as it drops hard    And you should know   I've got alot, lots of time   To read nine lines      Daylight   Morning comes with no delay   The city at it's finest hour   I'll try    To use this in the safest way   I'm smarter than they took me for      Time   All I need is time   And as soon as this book closes   I'll have inked my share of hastened   words and rhymes   In unfashionable times   To the dial tone's cold beauty   as I wait for your voice on the line   To say goodnight   I promise I'm alright.