Busy Signals

I traced the cord back to the wall
Just to make sure I was right
Every call declined
I've been drunk dialing heaven all night
Just give me the dignity of a busy signal at least
The devil's on holiday
And the operator says she can't patch me through
Says that these numbers have never been active
Well who have i been talking to

We bow our heads to the unknowable nature of our end
Every misfired shot is my death
Is it chance or some great cosmic ghost
Pulling the string from end to end

Was I designed with dependence in mind
Or am I just a portion of static on the line
I've been born of the urge to know
The unknowable nature of the unknown
Forever whispering into the silence
Now not even a dial tone

I'll be swimming in these hotel rooms
Drowning in empty bottles
Just answer back



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Bishop
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