A Struggle as Old as Time

I’m having a problem with the phone,

Sitting in my room, all alone.

Climbing the walls and pacing the floor,

Back and forth like a tide to the shore.

From Tupelo to the Cloud,

In every city and every town,

There is a struggle as old as time.

A battle of heart and brain,

Of passion and sense

Colliding in the streets like gas and rain.

You sit on the fence.

And look at the sidewalk.

Where a rainbow is formed,

From the opposing foes.

You gather new strength,

From your head to your toes.

You pick up the phone!

And hear the tone!

Of a women’s voice,

Politely say no…

Sometimes calling a girl,

Can be the hardest thing in the world.


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