Blackout Candle Blues

(mmm-hmmm) Standing by an ATM that beeps too loud

Underneath the awning, watching the crowd

Your old number has a brand new face Replaying your old voicemail

in a quiet space With a blackout candle in a paper cup

Waiting for the streetlamps to all light up

It's closing time under the streetlamp light

We watch the candle burn out tonight

No dial tones, no memories to hold

Just the dial tones of a story told

Your old number's new owner didn't say a word

Just replayed the message that they heard

A blackout candle flickering in the

breeze

Cold concrete and the shaking trees Trying to remember what I used

to be

Before the dial tone took you away from me

It's closing time under the streetlamp light

We watch the candle burn out tonight

No dial tones, no memories to hold

Just the dial tones of a story told (mmmmm-hmmmmm)