The only answer

Upon the rails, among the weeds
I had a moment of serenity
I saw you standing, in all the green
Upon the rusting rail, balancing

You were the only answer
My plans spun all around you
Five years in the wrong, I am assured
My name to you is just
Another word

And in your bed, in Morsetown
You had magazines thrown around
From under them, the phone had rang
And in the margin there
You wrote the number down

You were the only answer
My plans spun all around you
Five years in the wrong, I am assured
My name to you is just
Another word

Another word
Another word
The only answer
Another word
The only answer
The only answer
The only answer