I call you from the station but   you don't have the time   -The time is tickling closer to    the end of the line   How can I trust the feelings   in a telephone call   -The road keeps getting longer   But there's no signs at all   I can formulate a plan to keep   You quiet and appeased   -Something in me tells me   there are no guarantees   You fought for my attention   I was always around   -Resignation's not a feeling   so, it don't really count   When my fun is ending you will finally smile   -But a future life with you   would be a life of denial   Part of your deception is a comforting pose   -You wear me down with reassurance   that you'll keep me in tow   Living on installment's not a permanent plan   -How many times have I been promised   that you'll do what you can   Should I beg for your forgiveness   at the top of the hour   -Does it even really matter   if the taset is so sour   I call you from the station!   -You call me from the station!   Your line was busy   You won't listen