Cross-Country Affair

I called you to say Hello and you called out ... Hello ... Hello? hanging up on my silence. What game is this I play? I came to you to hold me. Cross-country affair doesn't seem now what was there then within your silence. Goodbye, goodbye to Tallulah, Louisiana naked poverty stark. Goodbye, goodbye to the meteorite crater ever always opened in desert silence. Is it wrong for me to want you when in the end you are not mine, always to another bound on lifes' road? Is it wrong for me to hold you in my thoughts each day when in other arms you lie, and as I do not wait lying in arms to dread in silence. I will not love you if love may yet remain between you two while I am yet one listening forever to road calls. Hello ... hello?