Dan Potthast So Many Days
so many days it's hard to breathe so many miles you're so hard to read did you forget the things that you said I hope not yet we're both so used to this hand signals sent through electric phone wired crossed again I'm suspecting that you've started drifting the mailbox the answering machine all short on answers to questions I can't help from pacing so many days it's hard to breathe so many miles you're so hard to read did you forget the things that you said I hope not yet
