Conversation - Joan Armatrading

To you it’s just another day

When you see the sun you say

That’s the way the day begins

And promises you make

Do you really mean to keep

Or are they words you say to fill the silent space

And when there’s an empty moment

Won’t you dedicate it to me

Or is it spent on burning incense

Or painting rooms in white

Lord won’t you call me today just to say hello

Conversation is the name of the game

We got phone calls and letters

And brown paper parcels to my baby

To my baby, to my baby

With all my love

And when there’s an empty moment

Won’t you dedicate it to me

Or is it spent on burning incense

Or painting rooms in white

Lord won’t you call me today just to say hello