I talk to Myself, cuz at least she's always there.

One ring, two rings
Screened. So what?
I go down the list of contacts and decide to put the phone up
Far, in a purse. Way upstairs.
Just gonna "charge" it for a while- but then I avoid going back up there.
And as I watch TV I'll mute it- was that...did I just hear?
Knowing damn well that's not my ringtone- you know Weezy's voice ain't that clear!

Are you alone or feeling lonely? Didn't you choose to move this far?
You came to this new state with just your luggage and a car.
Not a friend or foe familiar; yes, even enemies would suffice
At least it's a taste of home, but every day you roll the dice:
Do I turn on the GPS, or try to find my way?
If I get lost is it a test, or a signal that I'm not ok?
Part of you wants to go home. That's why you call there all the time.
But when they return the call, you hit ignore. You don't want them to know your mind
Is not at ease. You're not at peace, but maybe tomorrow the mishaps will cease.
A bigger part of you talks to Jesus, "Lord, just be a friend."
"Be a jumper cable, be a church home, Lord, please be a refund check."
God, I'm asking you for guidance, be a traffic report on FM stations
Be a good meal, a fresh haircut
and Lord, please PLEASE give me some patience.

Cuz I know right now, though trying, will seem a distant memory one day
And things can't always be easy, so I'll try to look at things this way:

If I was not supposed to be here, this place would not exist
But here I stand on my two feet, breathing the code red air of the District
I wake up each day, renewed, say a prayer, "Is this the one?"
But I know it won't be suddenly. I'll find my place one day soon come.