When the Wires Are Down

It's common place I know that leaves us here as strangers

Where once you held my gaze, and quipped so fervently about the news on rotation

You left an impression on me

Now you remark about the drizzling skies

No more of the old life, wearing out the hackneyed smiles

That never reached the eyes

Wish you would have thought of staying open for a while

Gave me your last orders, I'm left staring down the dial

I've been left waiting here, I've been biding my time

But the wires are down, and I ain't your style

When did it become about email attachments 'stead of late night conversations

And when did we lose the emotional attraction in pursuit of information

Look at us made of wood and tin

Now you're free to be the man you wish you'd been

Wish you would have thought of staying open for a while

Gave your last orders and I'm left staring down the dial

I been left waiting here, and I been biding my time

But the wires are down, and I ain't your style

Strange place to go, from 80 straight to zero

Now nothing's coming down the wire

And you're too busy in your mind

Strange place to go, from 80 straight to zero

Now nothing's coming down the wire

You're too busy in your mind

Wish You would have thought of staying open for a while

You gave your last orders and I'm left staring down the dial

I been left waiting here, and I been biding my time

Yes I'm biding my time

Oh baby when the wires are down

Oh I ain't your style

Oh baby when the wires are down

And I ain't your style

Oh baby when the wires are down

And I ain't your style

Oh baby when the wires are down

And I ain't your style

Oh no I ain't your style