Gone - Real Estate

You hold the phone

Your hands are shaking

The number’s wrong

But it seems right

Your mind is gone

It’s not surprising

After the dawn

After the night

Halfway home

Life in the mirror

Is all I want

Just to get back

My memory’s long

The hope’s that it isn’t what I own

But what I lack

On this balance beam tipping over

Time turns tirelessly but not fast enough

You hold the phone

Your hands are shaking

The number’s wrong

Of course it’s right

Your mind is gone

It’s unsurprising

After the dawn

After the night