Tin Cans

I'll send you a letter by paper plane

If you float me back a message in a bottle

Call me with your tin cans and a string

I'll get back to you by pigeon wing

Oh, somehow, some way

We'll get in touch again

Oh, somehow, someday

We will meet again.

What Is Left?

But what is left to say?

After I decide I'm done

Being treated this way

What is left to say?

After I decide I'm done 

Going on this way

What is left to say?

All this time I went with the flow

All this time I'd just go where you go

And I'd just do what you want to do

Because at least I was with you

But now I'm done, done, done

And what is left to say?