Voicemail

Hi,
It’s Justin.
I was just calling to let you know
that the night sky is brilliant,
and I wish you were here.
I’m standing in the sand on the seaside,
it’s a little cold, but I’m wearing
that jacket you said you always liked.
I’ve got my neck craned skyward,
and I spotted a shooting star,
I wished you were here.
Summer’s fading, the leaves will fall
but before they do, oh
such beautiful colors you know.
Remember the autumn foliage
and those endless drives
traipsing through the mountains
singing along to Pink Floyd’s
I Wish You Were Here.
So give me a call sometime,
I’d love to hear from you.
Take care,
and goodbye.

Wrong Number

I picked up my telephone
To hear you crying through static
Somewhere on the other end
Fiber optics and electricity
Have brought you closer to me
And darling, you sure sound lonely
I’d ask you to tell me what’s wrong
Tell me your entire sad story
But sorry love, wrong number

I watched you in technicolor
Graffiti splayed on concrete walls
Broken pavement, cracked sidewalks
Have brought you closer to me
And darling, you sure look lonely
Sitting on the curb with a broken heel
Mascara running down your cheeks
Oh, those eyes how they pull me in
Emerald and sparkling through tears

Last night I heard you calling
Words echoing off empty alley walls
Down desolate dimly lit highways
Abandoned lots with overgrown grass
Have brought you closer to me
And darling, you sure sound lonely
Seems like you could use a new friend
Give me a call and let your smile shine
But sorry love, wrong number