Is this what becomes of us?
When all the lines are cut
Conversations lay in ruins
And all the doors are shut
An empty verse
A turn of phrase is all that I can say
You don't hear me
You don't hear me anyway
It's not time
To say goodnight
What's on your mind?
You're outta sight
Oh, can't you see?
We've been living past our means
All these hope filled hours
And nothing in between
So take these broken ends
Nine decades scattered
Among disconnected friends
And see what you can do
It's not time
To say goodnight
What's on your mind?
You're outta sight