This Banjo

He was whispering for someone to be closer to
Oh what'd you do?
Oh what'd you do?
So anticipation done did him away
It closed in for the kill
It closed in for the kill
I'll be jumping speeding train cars for you much too soon
So step my way dear
Come step my way dear
Cause on most occasions my home isn't home
So pluck this banjo dear
And pluck it till your near
Loneliness is calling
Cheer me up my darling
Miles growing fewer
Just another hour
Would you be my blanket
Keep me in containment
I'll be thinking of you
Much too good to be true
I do not want you to leave