OF YOUTH

she call me on the telephone we talked all night long had to catch a break from it all hear her voice again she said rest your head on the speaker and i’ll whisper in your ear about the times we spend the good years when there was only us chips and beer and the rush of youth she call me on the telephone she said mickey what’s up did you see what’s in the papers the future is a gaping hole and it is our common denominator for now why don’t you come on over let’s breathe into each others shoulder make love over and over again one last time before the world’s end