I wish that I could sneak attach a tether from here to there
And extend it from my wrist to span the Atlantic and pull you near
Reckless pounces and clouded accounts of parties that lost control
And harmless flirting in the afternoons of London:

Doting west end boys with western compliments again

Confessions on your calling card:
It must have been hard for you
To seem crushed as you cradled the phone in Rome

You’ll find better things on bigger continents abroad
Sun-tanned skin with bleached blond hair and talents unbeknownst
To you

Information travels faster
In thе modern age
Westеrn days are crawling by so slowly