are my feet too long?

all night long in my bedroom
thinking about the remainder of the day
but the sun is so low
it's no longer telling me which way
i should go
or how to know
do you love me or are my feet too long?
should i sing you my favorite or my lonely song
or simply part my hair?
well, i'm looking at the nearest chair
but you're no longer there!
is this anyway to keep the sandman at bay?
wondering if i should go or should i stay
looking for my other shoe
while i'm really missing you
and the way you open up with a belly laugh
when i'm walking out to take another cold bath
and in the hallway down the stairs
i'm still burdened with a hundred million cares
hearing the soft steps you once took to the front door,
leaving images of prints on my hardwood floor;
and the scent of your wild perfume,
it lingers
all night long in my bedroom
thinking about the remainder of the day
and the sun is so low
it's no longer telling me which way
i should go
or how to know
do you love me or are my feet too long?