the call (demo)

I'm in a Super 8 and sleeping on the ground

I only think about you when the WiFi's down

There's so many faces in the crowd

Sometimes I think they're all I care about

Everywhere I go

My phone is just a mirror

'Til I see a few missed calls

And I hope to God

That I'm not gone when something's wrong

That I'm not playing all my songs

At all these shows out on the road

And I can only hope

That I'm not drunk and I'm not high

That I never ever have to say goodbye

From these four walls

When I get that call