I didn't make up the title.

KEEP TALKING

If you have a tale to tell

Memorize my number and

call me on the telephone, we’ll talk till someone comes along and

books you

We could talk about the weather

And your brand new sweater how the

Summer seems so far away, it’s raining here, it’s wet today,

it’s cold

Looking up I wave like crazy

Are you there, who knows? Maybe

You’re in some shopping mart picking up some cakes and tarts

to go

Thought I saw you on a bookshelf

And heard you on the radio playing

In a car next to mine while you were probably skipping across

some road

Still on that hilltop going nowhere

With metaphors just meant for you like

A bouncing sheep in a yellow shirt that no one gets which really makes me

Miss you

So call me up on the telephone

We could talk for hours if you’re on your own

I’ll say the things you thought you’d say more than six times in a day and

spook you