Lyrics: Grandaddy. A Pretty Mess By This One Band. Egg Hit and Jack Too.

On the telephone all morning
it's been a while since I talked to you
your voice's transferred sweet
I wish forever I could talk to you

of course I blame that guy Tom
I'm sure he talked you into doing it
although I'm sorry he's dead
when you go to him I kill him again...
and again...and again...

keep trying that tapes and records
I thought you loved them over anything
this conversation's hard for me and stupid
but we had to do it


you drove your car into a moving train
you held eachother hand for the end
they say it went blank
now here you are with just a few days left

keep trying that tapes and records
I thought you loved them over anything
this conversation's hard for me and stupid
but we had to do it