If I called you now, I bet you’d pick up, you’d say this mix up, has gotten out of hand

I’d hear your voice, and all that trouble, that felt like double, in your hands

On the other line, prone to break up, is where you wake up, free from doubt

I’m freaking out, I’m freaking out

Any without any need for meaning, forever seeking, somewhere else

Somewhere else

And I still hear the dial tone

From our last trip to Buffalo

And I still hear the dial tone

From our last trip to Buffalo

Playing double Dutch, crossing lines, can you hear me whine, without a plan

Can we pick it up, where we left it,

I don’t wanna leave a message, I need a second chance

I need a second chance

And I still hear the dial tone

From our last trip to Buffalo

And I still hear the dial tone

From our last trip to Buffalo

Jamie when you hide from me, I’ll wait here on your word,

pick a star you fly for me, and call me when it hurts

And Jamie when you hide from me, I’ll wait here on your word,

Just pick a star you fly for me, and call me when it

And I still hear the dial tone

From our last trip to Buffalo

And I still hear the dial tone

From our last trip to Buffalo

And I still hear the dial tone

From our last trip to Buffalo

And I still hear the dial tone

From our last trip to Buffalo