Take the baby´s cane away and hide his little braces. Left to his devices, he stills wants that rocky road. Feed him all your fables and your periodic tables. Faboulus, fatalist is what he wants to be. But you drew the poison from me, picked me off the bayonet tree, pulled me like a tooth that kept your nights from finding sleep. Move into a bungalow and disconnect the phone line. Hello grace, it´s been awhile. Your footsteps can go unnoticed. That´s not to say you that weren´t missed. But I guess you weren´t invited. I never lacked for company, it´s for care that I was wanting. But you drew the poison from me, picked me off the bayonet tree, pulled me like a snagled little loose tooth. It´s this late admissions that are driving me from sleep. I admit that I admirate admiration´s name. But if you come back to my senses, I won´t try to reason with you. Knowledge gained is knowledge used. It never works out different.But you drew the poison from me,picked me off the bayonet tree, pulled me like a snagled little loose tooth. And if you drew the poison from me, picked me off the bayonete tree, pulled me like a snagled little loose tooth ...

( Lyrics : "You drew", Ken Stringfellow )

Unnoticed footsteps from the phone line...missed senses wanting.