Cul De Sac

Something's not right I'm down and uptight On that summer night back in time when I called you mine The water is so clear The night it draws near I love when you're here But now I know that it'll be awhile I called up your phone You said you weren't home But later that you'd want just to find what's really on your mind Out did you pour A word or two more What did you hope for, coming back to this lonely cul-de-sac?