Phone’s Ringin’


Phone’s ringin, on the Red Line
He’s got stories of God in his drug-laden eyes
And she’s yellin, she’s screamin, she’s shakin her hand
To the invisible man, but that doesn’t mean, baby
He’s really not there

Take me down a quarter mile below
To no natural light, but a fluorescent glow
Take me to the carpool lane for the ones on their feet
The cushy back seat for the ones who can’t sleep
The ever-changing storyboard, for the humans to be, just like me

Phone’s ringin, on the Red Line
He’s got stories of God in his drug-laden eyes
And she’s yellin, she’s screamin, she’s shakin her hand
To the invisible man, but that doesn’t mean, baby
He’s really not there

You told me hell is some place under my toes
Who knew heavens down there right under your nose
Where all the noisy clatter clouds the silent voices
The ones who feel the weight of your thoughtless choices
Maybe you’ll be just like them, or that’s what my hope is
The role reverses

Phone’s ringin, on the Red Line
He’s got stories of God in his drug-laden eyes
And she’s yellin, she’s screamin, she’s shakin her hand
To the invisible man, but that doesn’t mean, baby
He’s really not there

Locked in and locked out
What would happen if the lights went out?
And the walls caved in and the sun shone in
Would that phone ring again, would you call again?
Would that phone ring again??

Phone’s ringin, on the Red Line
He’s got stories of God in his drug-laden eyes
And she’s yellin, she’s screamin, she’s shakin her hand
To the invisible man, but that doesn’t mean, baby
He’s really not there…