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.