Visiting Hours

If you take
A photograph of me
Leave it in the sun
Let the edges buckle up
And then place
That picture on your desk
It would seem as if
I were reaching out of it
Everyone
As they’re growing up
Tends to drift apart
Mark one up to entropy
So we try
Try to stay in touch
But that’s not good enough
At least not for you and me
I’m tired of visiting
Each town looks the same
Except for whether you are there
So I try to pretend that when this visit ends I can
Just walk back home again
Several city blocks away
I hate this, I hate this
I hate this, I hate this
I hate this, I hate this
I hate this, I hate this
I hate this, I hate this
I hate this, I hate this
I hate this, I hate this
I hate this
So I’ll take
A photograph of you
Put it in my car
Tape it to my steering wheel
So that when
Ever I’m driving
I’ll be tempted to
Keep going 'til I get to you
I’m tired of visiting
Each town looks the same
Except for whether you are there
So I try to pretend that when this visit ends I can
Just walk back home again
Several city blocks away
I’m tired of visiting
Each town looks the same
Except for whether you are there
So I try to pretend that when this visit ends I can
Just walk back home again
Several city blocks away