Second Call

(uh-oh) My telephone hums

in the middle of the night

An old familiar number

on the screen of pale blue light

I slide it to answer

and I hear my own breath (hello?)

You're telling me things that only I could know

Speaking of a summer from ten years ago

And the panic starts to rise

It's a call from the past on a broken line We are

overlapping on the edge of time I'm screaming warning signs but you

don't hear Just a static-laden whisper

of a forgotten fear

You ask me how the future turned out in the end

I try to find the words,

I try not to bend

But the line begins to crack and the static takes hold

(no, wait)

Time is bending back (bending back) And the connection starts to fade

to black

Don't hang up the phone (please don't leave me here alone)

Just dial tones...

(is anybody there?)