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It beats the black heart of my rancor
The speed of life dulls my nerve
I beat no drum for anything anymore
I might have more than I deserve
The golden age of being amused
Has turned into the modern life
And times have been few
And I feel it too
When I'm alone in my room
Waiting for that light to blink
The little song I miss
It's a ghost that's singing
I saw somebody jump
A turnstile in the station
And barely make the doors
Took a seat next to a stranger
I saw her eyes
As she brushed his body
Passing in the aisle
And I heard
Where are you calling from tonight?
Don't dismiss that I feel it
To disappear in something loud
A few new faces fill the spaces
With a river of names
And all the names just filter out
This work can occupy my mind
But won't convince my body
That I've been satisfied
And I'm most alive
And I'm most like myself
In my dreams, your eyes connect
The misremembered me
With the ghost there singing
I saw somebody jump
A turnstile in the station
And barely make the doors
Took a seat next to a stranger
I saw her eyes
As she brushed his body
Passing in the aisle
And I said
Where are you calling from tonight?
Where are you calling from tonight?
Where are you coming from tonight?
When you coming home?
When you coming home?
When you coming home?
When you coming home?
I saw somebody jump
A turnstile in the station
Barely make the doors
Took a seat next to a stranger
I saw her eyes
As she brushed his body
Passing in the aisle