We’ve been talking
On lines that occasionally crackle
And lag
Dragging that southern drawl you swear you pocketed
Along with a few other knick knacks your fingers have buffed down to worn
Out and along so that I ache to hear
The names of places said over and over
Chicago
Has never been more beautiful
But that line it does break
And you’ve done your best to explain that to me
Something to do with one of our networks
Crossing over
Shifting lines
Or trying to close that distance
We can’t seem to bring ourselves
To bridge
But I’ve just nodded my head on the other end of that 3,030 km line
And pressed the conversation forward
Like you could see me in this twilight darkness anyway.
Been running around in my mind since I read it.
