Listening by the door I thought I heard a sound It wasn't anyone I know Your impatient jets Are taking to the sky They don't queue for any show Phonebooks are dead No one ever reads them Pages are lost And I never got your number Flowers in the stairwell Nothing on the table Fire in the cabinet Numbers vague and useless Alphabet is wrong Filling in the blanks instead Phonebooks are dead No one ever reads them Pages are lost And I never got your number Tapeless reels are left recording Their own noises in the morning Ask me anything And I will answer every question With a maybe Phonebooks are dead No one ever reads them Pages are lost And I never got your number