Where Are You Calling From?

Here beats the black heart of my rancor

The speed of life can dull your nerve

I beat no drum for anything anymore

Might have more than I deserve

The golden age of being amused

Has turned into the modern life and times of being confused

And I feel it too

When I'm alone in my room

Waiting for that light to blink

The little song I miss

There's a ghost there singing

I saw somebody jump the turnstile at the station

He barely made the doors and took a seat next to a stranger

I saw her eyes was as she brushed his body passing in the aisle

And you said where are you calling from tonight?

I don't dismiss it that I need it

To disappear to something in loud

A few new faces fill the spaces with a river of names

And all the names just filter out

This work can occupy my mind

But it won't convince my body that I've been satisfied

And 1'm most alive and I'm most like myself in my dreams

Your eyes connect the mis-remembered me

I saw somebody jump the turnstile at the station

Barely made the doors and took a seat next to a stranger

I saw her eyes as she brushed his body passing in the aisle

And I said where are you calling from tonight?

And when are you coming home?