To her I could talk forever
Anyone else would drive me mad
with nonesense jabber about senseless crap
But to her I could talk an eternity and more
Nothing coming from her heavenly mouth would ever get boring or ever get old
Talking about family and talking about friends
Talking about past times both good and bad, both happy and sad
Nothing gets old, everything is new
When I get off of the phone with her I wish I could renew...the time we spent talking and the time we spent sharing
She is full of joy that soothes my soul, that calmes my heart, that makes me Joel
I am locked in a cage of constant want, wanting to talk to her for just one more minute, so that I can express my self for one more minute, so I can hear her voice for just one more minute
Then I will want one more,
just one more minute
