When It's On My Mind

I still get nervous when you call me.

I guess the reason's that I should be.

They're all the silences and little hints

And references to something on TV.

I guess you try to be romantic,

But all your answers are pragmatic.

I hang the phone back on the cradle

And I wonder what to say that I haven't yet.

I'll decide when it's on my mind, when it's on my mind.

Your words of wisdom in a snowstorm

And all the drawbacks of the reborn.

And then your talk of new experience

And all the benefits of staying warm.

You say there are poems on the front line.

I guess I lost you on the back nine.

I'm mixing metaphors with overtures

And drowning out your memory in moonshine.

I'll decide when it's on my mind, when it's on my mind.