[Verse]
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
No more of the old life, wearing out the hackneyed smiles
That never reach the eyes

[Chorus]
Wish you would have thought of staying open for a while
Gave me your last orders
I’m lеft staring down the dial
And I’ve been left waiting hеre
I’ve been biding my time
But the wires are down
And I ain’t your style

[Verse]
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
[Chorus]
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
I’ve been biding my time
But the wires are down
And I ain’t your style

[Bridge]
Strange place to go from 80 straight to zero
Now nothing’s coming down the wire
And you’re too busy in your mind

[Chorus]
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
I’ve been biding my time
Oh, I’ve been biding my time
Baby when the wires are down
And I ain’t your style
No, I ain’t your style