He checks up on me from time to time
His voice it cracks when he asks
Where have I been
I whisper back
I've been wondering the same thing
His voice it rises in his hopeful tone
He asks me what's been on my mind
I tell him I've been
Smoking my time away
Soaking in my own pool of light
Occupying my time
Spending hardly a dime
Wondering when I might
Speak to
Him again