Cosmos Then Just Call Me
You sit alone at your breakfast table
Reading the morning paper
A cup of coffee in your hand
On the radio an old song by Neil Young
On the last page a small notice
If you are sitting alone at your breakfast table
With a cup of coffee in your hand
And you are wondering what today will bring
Then just call me
Below is only a local number,
You pluck up all your courage and ring
You are just about to hang up
A few years later you are sitting there again
At the same table, but in your old own house
You look back on your full life
Back to that phone call that started it all
You have made – your mark in life
A husband who loves you and two pretty kids
Leisurely you flick through the paper
On the last page a notice:
If you are sitting alone at your breakfast table
Reading the morning paper
With a cup of coffee in your hand
And you’re wondering what life has left for you
Then just call me!
