morning sickness

my mind is elsewhere
my heart is racing
eyes are burning
ears still ringing
searching for a reason
other than the pay
stuck behind this desk
my energy wastes away
i thrive off threads of last night
but the passion remains out of sight
ironed shirt and combed back hair
oh the contrast, just doesn't seem fair
start counting minutes down on the clock
i hope that you'll call
so we can talk
about where we are
not where we were
we can talk about you and me
not him or her
and we can talk about the passion
yeah lets talk about the passion
no we just cant let it
go out of sight
well, there are characters to bee seen
but the words are too far between