Looking for my wallet and my car keys,Well they can’t have gone too far;
And just as soon as I find my glasses, I’m sure I’ll see just where they are.

Supposed to meet someone for lunch today,But I can’t remember where
Or who it is that I am meeting: It’s in my organiser ~ somewhere.

I might have left it on the counter; Maybe outside in the car.
Last time I remember driving Was to that Memory Enhancement Seminar.

What's that far-off distant ringing and that strangely familiar tone?
Must be the person I am meeting, Calling me on my brand new cordless ‘phone.

I might have left it under the covers, Or maybe outside on the lawn;
And I’ve got just one more ring to go, Before my answering machine kicks on.

*Click*

“Hi, this is Tom and your call means a lot to me, So leave a message at the tone
And I’ll do my best to try to remember To call you back when I get home.”

*Beep*

“Tom, this is Gwendoline, and I am trying not to cry, But I’ve been waiting here for over an hour ~
I thought you loved me. This is goodbye!”

Hell, the voice sounds familiar, And the name it rings a bell.
Let’s see now, where was I? Oh well...