The Phone Beside the Fridge

[Verse 1] I could still dial it in my sleep five-five-five and then the four the phone that hung beside the fridge in a house that isn't there anymore [Chorus] And nobody would answer if I ever pressed it through but I keep it like a smooth stone in the pocket of what I knew [Verse 2] My mother's voice would say the town before she said hello as if the place came first somehow and then the rest could go