Wrong to say that I am giving up
Right to say that I ain't showing up
I've got pictures at my home and doors that
Transform me alone
Sunny days should leave a message on my phone
I don't think I'm gonna miss you much
For I've got dials and knobs soft to the touch
All your lectures will become converted into static hum
Sunny days should leave a message on my phone
Oh to sleep per chance to dream
To live again those joyous scenes
The laughter and the follies that
Are locked away inside my head