Version Of The Future

Somewhere in your building, a phone cuts the night
No way of knowing who is on the line
You don’t wake, I wonder how I got here
Try to remember where I was this time last year
And for minutes, I lay listening
Wondering what news its song’s heralding
Is there something of worth I have yet to discover?
The ringing continues, could it be your last lover?
There’s a version of the future
Hanging close above my head
But I can’t get to it
Search around the room
To build the pieces of a life
But I can’t make them fit
The darkness lifts and I think of the door
I think I like you, but I’m never that sure
One day will you call me when you are half asleep?
Dialing a number that’s incomplete
There’s a version of the future
Hanging close above my head
But I can’t get to it
Search around the room
To build the pieces of a life
But I can’t make them fit
In the dark, I feel alone
Till the sun comes up, it’s polite to go home
If I back out of this too soon
Will I be left holding torches for you?
We might not know each other in a week
Become weird numbers we dial in our sleep
Listening to empty dial tones
Left with sleepless nights alone
There’s a version of the future
Hanging close above my head
But I can’t get to it
Search around the room
To build the pieces of a life
But I can’t make them fit
In the dark, I feel alone
Till the sun comes up, it’s polite to go home
If I back out of this too soon
Will I be left holding torches for you?
There’s a version of the future
Hanging close above my head
But I can’t get to it
Search around the room
To build the pieces of a life
But I can’t make them fit
In the dark, I feel alone
Till the sun comes up, it’s polite to go home
If I back out of this too soon
Will I be left holding torches for you?