Voices on the Line

The studio lights are low,

the hour's getting late

Another caller on the line,

voice I can't place

Says he knew me years ago,

from a different time

Asks if I remember the night the river took his life

The signal starts to fade,

the voice begins to crack

I feel a chill run down my spine,

something pulling me

back

They're calling from beyond the airwaves

Voices I thought I'd left behind

Every line is a ghost from the past

Haunted radio, they're on my mind

(who's there)

She says she waited by the phone for years on end

Now the signal brought her here,

a message she must send

I recognize the laugh,

the way she used to sing

But the line goes dead before I ask her

anything

They're calling from beyond the airwaves

Voices I thought I'd left behind

Every line is a ghost from the past

Haunted radio, they're on my mind

(who's there)

I turn the dial

but they keep coming through

Faces in the static

I once knew

The last call fades away into the dawn

I'm left alone with the ghosts and the song