a day captured by music.

    Another day I call and never speak
    And you would say nothing's changed at all
    And I can't feel much hope for anything
    If I won't be there to catch you when you fall

    It seems we meet
    In the spaces
    In between
    We always say
    It won't be long
    But something's always wrong

    Another game of putting things aside
    As if we'll come back to them sometime
    A brace of hope
    A pride of innocence
    And you would say something has gone wrong

I miss Toad the Wet Sprocket. I don't even have their CDs.