Modern Buzz

Hang up the telephone

A hundred thousand miles from anywhere

I don’t know if I don’t care

You’re just a slow train coming to serve somebody

The future slips

Through its grip

Into a post atomic drift

And I can’t break through

The other side’s too wide

An impossible view

So I fall asleep

As she floats downstream 

Into the wrecking ball

The future slips

Through the cracks

Of an old forgotten blackout 

Don't tell me my love ain't paid for
Don't tell me my love ain't fair
It's not like you noticed
It's not like you care
It's not like they know this
It's not like they care