A Loners Late Night Call By Ian Francis Cigarettes and coffee in the late of night, She is gone and something isnt right Nicotine and caffeine cant shake her off his mind, Her smile and laughter has him like a bind. He still loves her, but he does too. And he isnt quite sure what he is to do Now time is ticking right off the clock. He has found his self between a hard place and rock Her love as steady as an oceans wave Without her, he is digging his own grave No amount of Guinness could ever replace The meaning he finds in her embrace. Tomorrow she is leaving for Denver, Leaving him only memories to remember. Has to come clean about what he's feeling, Lays in bed and cries to a blank white ceiling Stumbling over his words as he makes the call, He know he needs an ace, so he risk it all A hello from the other end of the line, Just hoping he has reached her in time Hope shatters as goodbye tears hit the floor, His angles voice he wont hear any more. She says that it was worth her while, Through tears he fights to front a smile. Tonight He'll drink into an early grave, As he gives a goodbye wave.