When The Wires Are Down

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