The Station

I call you from the station
But you don't have the time
The time is tickling closer
To the end of the line

How can I trust the feelings
In a telephone call
The road keeps getting longer
But there's no signs at all

I can formulate a plan to keep
You quiet and appeased
Something in me tells me
There are no guarantees

You fought for my attention
I was always around
Resignation's not a feeling
So it don't really count

When my fun is ending
You will finally smile
But a future life with you
Would be a life of denial

Part of your deception
Is a comforting pose
You wear me down with reassurance
That you'll keep me in tow

Living on installment's
Not a permanent plan
How many times have I been promised
That you'll do what you can

Should I beg for your forgiveness
At the top of the hour
Does it even really matter
If the taste is so sour

I call you from the station
You call me from the station
Your line was busy
You won't listen