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CHECKOUT TIME<br />
<br />
Late last night you checked into your mind,<br />
You were looking for a room with a view.<br />
The waiter and the desk clerk helped you to find<br />
The woman who took the very last room from you.<br />
<br />
Never the pupil, always the teacher;<br />
Never in the pews, always the preacher;<br />
Your long arms are your best feature.<br />
You can stretch into forever,<br />
But you still can&rsquo;t reach her.<br />
<br />
You find yourself rapping at her door,<br />
She hears a sound - someone gently tapping,<br />
Ever so slowly, she slides across the floor<br />
Searching for the someone who disturbed her napping.<br />
&ldquo;Tis some visitor,&rdquo; she mutters,<br />
As she jerks the door ajar.<br />
Then she visibly shudders,<br />
When she sees just who you are.<br />
<br />
Never the pupil, always the teacher;<br />
Never in the pews, always the preacher;<br />
Your long arms are your best feature.<br />
You can stretch into forever,<br />
But you still can&rsquo;t reach her.<br />
<br />
She stands across the doorway and across time;<br />
So close she could crawl inside your skin, it seems.<br />
She curses you for committing a love crime.<br />
This is so much worse than your thinnest of dreams.<br />
You&rsquo;re never too old to learn that<br />
Lost loves should never return <br />
To old hearts that no longer yearn,<br />
Old flames that no longer burn<br />
With the uncaged heat of concern.<br />
You&rsquo;re never too old to learn.<br />
<br />
Never the pupil, always the teacher;<br />
Never in the pews, always the preacher;<br />
Your long arms are your best feature.<br />
You can stretch into forever,<br />
But you still can&rsquo;t reach her.<br />
<br />
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