Small Talk

So much for small talk
 The big ideas somehow snuck in
 When we weren't looking
 And scared away
 The light-hearted laughter
 Of our innocence
 And it was replaced
 By a poker-faced need
 To draw lines in wet cement
 I wish we could go back
 Blindfold ourselves and
 Turn each other around
 Interlock our fingers
 And follow the sounds
 But without our senses
 I feel defenseless and confused
 So attempt to be on alert
 For fear of getting hurt
 There were nine of us in photograph
 Now our secrets hide in the tall grass
 You can take the "no" with an ample glass
 There were nine of us in the photograph
 The modes and lines of communication
 Have been cut, now it's complicated
 We can't go back
 'Til we learn to relax
 And I did something I wasn't proud of
 You paid me back, we're even and then some
 We can't go back
 'Til we learn to relax
 There were nine of us in photograph
 Now our secrets hide in the tall grass
 You can take the "no" with an ample glass
 There were nine of us in the photograph