Collecting dogs by day and silence by night
Talks to himself, can’t complain, it’s fine
Speaks to himself through telephone lines
Cincinnati speaks like sunset
Colorado slow sunrise
Rivers drip onto a breakfast
Deserts howl at the sky
Calm surprises, bring supplies and no goodbyes
Thinks I gotta get out of this town
Into the hills that surround
There is the love that I’m after
Here is the calm that I’ve found
Reflection sent by light and quiet at night
Talks to himself, no big deal, that’s fine
Talks to himself through telephone lines
this is your life chuck johnson 