Comfortable silence is so overrated We haven't spoke since you went away Why won't you ever say what you want to say? Maybe one day you'll call me and tell me that you're sorry too Even my phone misses your call, by the way Woke up alone in this hotel

A woman walking by A drop in the water A look in the eye A phone on the table A man on your side Someone that you think That you can trust is just Another way to die Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone Two turntables and a microphone There's a destination a little up the road From the habitations and the towns we know A place we saw the lights turn low Jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow Pulling out