I turn around towards the years And still I see your back. I feel like a starving vulture Poised for an attack. I hate the language barrier That's fallen in between us now. I wish you'd turn just one ear and Listen to me (look at me) I have so much more to say. My words travel off the cliff And fall into the sea. Listen with your ears, not your mouth And maybe then you'll be Someone who is tolerable To friends and family. If only you'd just turn one ear and I know I need to tell you now Before our paths collide You'll thank me for my generosity in time.