Lost in Communication
I am a talker. Well, I used to talk, and to talk,
But something in my brain doesn’t work now,
While my body is slowing and pain stops my walk,
And for talk all I can do is to grunt–
Oh how I miss my talent to talk.
And if I could talk, you surely would know it,
But now when I try I just blow it–
I say in my head I love you
But my lips say only Ayyy uv oo.
Oh
how I miss the time that we both had together
And I cherish the moments we have here–
But you keep on going away, Love,
And I have to resort to my prayer.
Where is it you go when you go, Love?
What do you do when you’re there?
Oh, please don’t go now. Please, stay for a while.
Stay for a while, won’t you stay?
It’s so lonely here midst all of these strangers,
Kind as they are, they’re not you,
And sometimes I think I’m in danger,
’Cause sometimes they send in a new crew.
Oh tell me you miss all our dancing,
Tell me you miss those times too.
Oh how I loved to be dancing with you
’Cause I loved the way that you held me,
How our feet were always in sync.
And how I loved those hugs that you gave me
As you swirled me around the dance floor–
La-dah-dee-dah dah-dee-da-da dum
Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm Hhmm-hmm-hmm hmm-hmmmmm–
And without them I’m feeling so poor.
But I remember the whispers you whispered
So lovingly in my right ear,
And I feel your hot breath on my hair
As you whisper those sweet words
That we so lovingly share.
And, oh, how I miss our discussions,
The pleasantries, smart backs and fast forths;
We made each other much smarter,
And quickened our pleasure in life.
You stand there and smile while you touch my soft cheek,
I wonder what you hold in your head;
What thoughts are you thinking, I wonder,
But bless you, you say I love you instead.
Oh,
I speak to these people, they say yes or okay,
They don’t understand a thing that I say,
Yes
There’s something that’s lost in the saying,
Something keeps blocking the words on their way.
Oh,
they keep talking, as if talking down to a child,
Or as if I were deaf and quite mute, don’t you see?
They seem to think that I have no understanding,
And fuss me ’cause they think that I’m cute.
Yes there’s something that’s lost in communing
When you’ve lost the power of speech;
The words seem to get lost while commuting,
And meaning has shortened its reach.
Oh yes, I was a talker
But something doesn’t work any more
I just want you to be near dear
‘Cause your presence erases my fear.
Oh stay, Love, please stay now,
Won’t you please stay for a while?
I just need you to be near, Love,
‘Cause your presence erases my fear.
Something is lost
–God help the helpless.
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