soil, soil

Oh, and I'm feeling directionless, yes,
But that's to be expected, and I know that best.
In creeps the morning, and another day's lost.
You've just written, wondering, and I reply fast:

All you need to save me--
All you need to save me--
Call, and I'll be curled on the floor,
Hiding out from it all,
And I won't take any other call.

I feel like a fool, so I'm going to stop troubling you.
Buried in my yard: a letter to send to you--
And if I forget, or God forbid, die too soon,
Hope that you'll hear me, know that I wrote to you:

All you need to say to me--
All you need to say to me
Is call, and I'll be curled on the floor,
Hiding out from it all,
And I won't take any other call.