Yellowed Pages

Is that you on the line

calling out through space and time

from a phone booth in the rain

on the astral plane?

Listen closely you can hear the roar

of all who came before

all those names, streets and places

rising from those yellowed pages

No one's picking up their phones

does that mean that no ones home

princess line with the rotary

land lines dead as poetry

from a phone booth in the rain

covered with forgotten names

now children take your places

it's time to recite your yellowed pages

well if this is a waste of time

well it's just a waste of mine

o my god I can't stop talkin'

let your fingers do the walkin'

like walking in the rain