My Echo

Three voices on the phone
Between me, you and my echo
Decide to let me know
That you can’t hear at all
Constant interference of my echo
Can you give me clearance, Clarence?
Some relief, I long to be back home
Given the options that I’ve had
To cover a meaningful, wise conversation
I only want too bad
It’s not a pressure you feel under
A silent wonder
Constant interference of my echo
Can you give me clearance, Clarence?
Some relief, I long to be back home
I’m getting tired of holding your hand
Suddenly sick of proposals and questions
I hope you understand that you’ve been no help at all
End of call