Desert Chapel Hymn

(hummmmm) I dial the digits,

ten years cold

Someone answers with a voice too young

They laugh a little

at the tale I told

But it's just a sound

A line on a screen

A pleasant stranger in a gallery (ooh-ooh-ooh)

They don't own the ghost,

they only own the wire

A highway chapel, a flickering fire

I was looking for a temple,

but I found an empty frame

Your old number's new owner smiles

And means none of it (ahhhh)