Silver Telephone

I found a phone with a broken face On a corner that won’t stay placed It rings like it knows my name Same old game The line is thin and the air is cold A cheap confession in chrome and gold The voice says, “Kid, don’t blink” Then I hear it click I don’t believe in signs But I like the sound of mine On the silver telephone I call myself back home I say it like a prayer Like I’m already there On the silver telephone No more acting brave alone If the future wants a fight I’ll pick up tonight A barroom mirror, a rented suit A new city with the same old route I keep my promises on display Then walk away The drummer counts and the lights go red I hear that ring in my chest instead The voice says, “Make it real” And I bite the wheel I don’t believe in fate But I answer anyway On the silver telephone I call myself back home I say it like a prayer Like I’m already there On the silver telephone No more acting brave alone If the future wants a fight I’ll pick up tonight If I hang up, I stay the same Another ghost with a borrowed name So ring it once, ring it twice Let the old me pay the price On the silver telephone I call myself back home I say it like a prayer Like I’m already there On the silver telephone No more acting brave alone If the future wants a fight I’ll pick up tonight Silver… telephone…