Faded Numbers

Rainwater dripping on the rusted glass pane Standing on the corner of

Maple and Main An old phone booth from another day

Hiding in the shadow of the highway

I rubbed the dust from a faded list Handwritten names in a

pencil-drawn mist (hummmm)

I called a number from another lifetime

Through the static and the winter cold

A voice answered from the dark

With a story that was never told

She said she recognized the number on the dial And her voice

traveled back for a little while

To forty-four before he crossed the sea Leaving her alone with a

memory

She said his letters were written in blue A promise he made

that never came true

He stood right there on the day he left

With a pocket full of change and a shallow breath

He said I'll love you till the world is done But he

never came back to his favorite one (ahhhh)

I called a number from another lifetime

Through the static and the winter cold

A voice answered from the dark

With a story that was never told

I polished the glass and I swept the floor So her teenage

dream could live once more Every ordinary place holds a secret spark (mhmhhh)