I'd like to see you, now and then

I'd like to see you, now and then, whenever you're in town;
I'd like to know you think of me as more than just a clown.
A handshake and a hug are not so hard to justify,
when the long years rob me of your presence by and by.
A visit to my humble room, a call upon the phone;
it's hell to have you close at hand and still be all alone.
You're very busy, I am sure, and I'm dull company -- 
But, oh, the joy I'd really feel if you would visit me . . .
I won't be here forever, cuz someday I'll have to leave;
but seeing you in person would be just like a reprieve.
My door is always ready, and my heart stays open, too.
 Must I wait for heaven just to get a glimpse of you?