You Call to Me – © 2007 Richard Ruane and Beth Duquette

You call to me, I barely hear you

Your voice is soft, like troubled air

You call to me, why should I fear you

I see your shape, but you're not there

You call to me like a river to a stone

You call to me like a soldier headed home

You call to me like an echo of a sound I might have known

You call to me, but I'm alone

You call to me, and I ignore you

I feel your thought, what might have been

You call to me, I've nothing for you

I cannot hear that voice again

You call to me like a sparrow to the sky

You call to me like a shimmer to the eye

You call to me like an emigrant who speaks a last goodbye

You call to me, I won't reply

In the morning sun, I watch you go away

The curtain fell, but still the spell, has held me to this day

You linger on, when you should go

Don't hold me, let me go

Don't call me, let me go

And stay away

You call to me, when day is breaking

I see it stealing in from night

You call to me, I don’t need waking

Your voice is fading with the light

You call to me like a boat calls to a shore

You call to me like a pain that I ignore

You call to me like a dream that’s left me shaken and unsure

You call to me, don’t any more

Through memories and empty hours and thought I won’t endure

You call to me, not any more