Da da da so slippery,
You don't have a trust in me;
Living your life far apart,
Known not true love's heart.

Stones on the road going nowhere,
Only grey feelings inside there;
Can't you see how tall this is?
First you'll try - then wish.

I've your number in my hand,
Should I phone - try to understand;
Something that I said or did,
Just tell me what's fit.

Peter S. Quinn

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/23-from-what-s-really-happening-in-54-numbers/