It’s a common place I know That leaves us here as strangers Where once you held my gaze And quipped so fervently About the news on rotation You left an impression on me Now you remark about the drizzling skies Oh, no more of the old life Wearing out the hackneyed smiles That never reach the eyes Wish you would have thought Of staying open for a while Gave me your last orders I’m left staring down the dial And I’ve been left waiting here Oh, I’ve been biding my time But the wires are down And I ain’t your style When did it become about email attachments Instead of late night conversations? And when did we lose the emotional attraction In pursuit of information? Look at us, made of wood and tin Now you’re free to be The man you wish you'd been Wish you would have thought Of staying open for a while Gave me your last orders I’m left staring down the dial And I’ve been left waiting here Oh, I’ve been biding my time But the wires are down And I ain’t your style Strange place to go from 80 straight to 0 Now nothing’s coming down the wire And you’re too busy in your mind Strange place to go from 80 straight to 0 Now nothing’s coming down the wire And you’re too busy in your mind Wish you would have thought Of staying open for a while Gave me your last orders I’m left staring down the dial And I’ve been left waiting here Oh, I’ve been biding my time Oh, I’ve been biding my time Oh, baby, when the wires are down Oh, and I ain’t your style Oh, baby, when the wires are down Oh, and I ain’t your style Oh, baby, when the wires are down Oh, and I ain’t your style Oh, baby, when the wires are down And I ain’t your style No, I ain’t your style