Phone Call, Sunday afternoon   Spingtime, this flower's lost it's bloom   I was not there and it is not fair   Your innocence and youth   carried you this far just to be removed      Tonight... the stars will shine   And fill my life, you've left me behind      Dreaming, a panoramic view   Canvas memories, take me back to you   We lived and laughed, we lived so fast   I can't stand to see the truth   Now your masterpiece   It paints the news      She's walking through the blue and gold   The new and the old, with the ancient father of every daughter   I know we'll make it through this night