You Don’t Come See Me Anymore

You Don't Come See Me Anymore
 my hands fill up my pockets keepin' time
 wrapped around the jinglin' keys i find
 they say it's gonna rain and snow
 and it's always too damn hot or cold
 and my rather beens dont matter more and more
 and you dont come and see me anymore
 you dont come and see me anymore
 i know your eyes are sick and tired and sore
 i been busy in my head
 and runnin' circles round my bed
 my catchin' up is runnin' outta time
 and you dont come and see me anymore
 i reckon i'm just preachin' to the choir
 and i aint been to church in quite a while
 i dont 'member all them words to that old rugged cross
 i been hangin' my head out to dry up in the clouds
 and you dont come and me anyhow
 my hands fill up my pockets keepin' time.
 c. 2005 gypsyeses muysic BMI
 malcolm holcombe