When I was a girl and only lived twenty miles away
Late at night I imagined I heard your voice
Knowing what you wanted to say.
Much later when we decided to go our seperate ways
I tried to ignore the sound of your voice
As it softly echoed somedays.
But over the years and at different stages of my life
Your voice seemed to whisper to me
Giving hope, easing strife.
I imagined I heard your voice singing from the cypress trees
Along the banks of the blue bayou
With moss in the breeze.
I had a strong feeling that you heard my voice too
We had our own frequency
It was LX 302.2
Did you hear me tip toe into your quiet little town?
Making one last trip to see great-gramma
With my sweet little clown.
Did you hear my voice as you walked along the river?
Hand in hand with your own precious son
Thanks to our Lifegiver.
Was that your voice, the day I ventured out on my own?
I thought it was you I heard
Cheering me on.
Several years later I heard a voice ringing clear as could be
I could hardly believe it was really you this time
With a message for me.
Did you hear me singing amid your golden fields of wheat?
As you listened to the radio, "Baby, baby, can you
Hear my heartbeat?"
A special kind of friend you have turned out to be
All these years assigning the moon the task of
Looking after me.
Tho its still a long journey of about a day and a half
It's great to hear your true voice again and
Share a good laugh.
So if we ever experience a failure with T-Mobile or Yahoo
We can turn to our own frequency
It is LX 302.2