Following Love Lyrics - Richard Mcgraw

Cannot find the company 

To keep this heart alive 

Its standards and requirements 

Are of the strictest kind 

And the local girls resistants 

Does not help me with my efforts 

In fact I think theyre here to torture me tonight 

Its a fine night for torture 

Ill supply the weapons 

Like these old high school tools 

That tells me that I need her 

And this phonebook treatment 

That tells me not to call her anymore 

And all of my friends are rock star scholars 

And they all seem to agree 

That there is no love or comfort 

In the presence of plain company 

And though I question their intentions 

And their claims to be scholarly 

The half truths ring like full truths to me 

And if I seem dissatisfied 

With Mrs. Read Between the Lines 

Shes number 45 

Or so numbers are labels they are given by angels 

No thats not a blessing, no thats not a blessing in disguise 

Like these old high school tools 

That tells me that I need her 

And these football buddies 

That tell me to go get her 

And the oldest of men in me 

That speaks to angelically 

He asks her: is it worth the effort 

And the time Ill spend alone with a woman I can not see 

Can be chalked up to the youngest or the oldest of men in me 

Yes I despise my coming to or falling on these notions 

Its the life that stabs and stings of her perfection 

She was close enough to perfection 

You can check the records 

She was not 17, she was not hanging off grocery store machines 

Like these old high school tools 

That tells me that I need her 

And this phonebook treatment 

That tells me not to call her anymore