Toad The Wet Sprocket

One part of me just wants to tell you everything
One part just needs the quiet
And if Im lonely here, Im lonely here
And on the telephone
You offer reassurance
I will not take these things for granted
How can I hold the part of me that only you can carry
It needs a strength I havent found
But if its frightening, Ill bear the cold
And on the telephone
You offer warm asylum
Im listening
Flowers in the garden
Laughter in the hall
Children in the park
I will not take these things for granted