Ive seen the city, six times Im sure  Answered all the questions that you left on my door  Wrote all the answers on a Top Flight page  On the bed in my bedroom where I first thought you would soon amaze me  Well heres one question  For your diary filled with pages  What was the last thing I said?  Can you find the memory?  Or have you lost me  In pages beside your bed?  I find it strange that all you see  Is an open doorway, right before me and you walk on in  You said Please to meet you with that southern voice  So why cant I see that you leave me no choice?  Now listen dear  Speak words to me  Let me know that the place where youre at is halfway free  Cause here tonight  I fear youre lost