Hey Geronimo The Last Public Telephone
And this is a machine talking to a machine
Hello, George, this is Chris, and we're...
A man talking to another man
Man to man, man to machine, machine to machine
In a short time, we've come a long way
And this, already hanging around in the heavens
This is change
Hey, hello? Thought I'd call to let you know
I've given up and I'd like to come back home
It's been too long since I've slept in my own bed
I need your help 'cause I'm in over my head
Hey, hello, we just want to get you home
We're getting old and we don't want to be alone
Time is a balm that helps to heal the wounds we cause
Or so I've heard, it hasn't healed any of yours
My brain is a blur, full of broken blood and bone
I send you my love through the last public telephone
I wait for a word, only a dial tone again
I say "Hello, hello? It's me"
I guess it's really the end
I guess it's really the end
I guess it's really the end
I guess it's really the end
I guess it's really the end
I guess it's really the end
I guess it's really the end
