Landline

When I was young I mistook lust for love

Every sweet voice felt like a favorite song

A reassurance on the end of the phone

We'd talk for hours—all through the night

Until the morning dew graced the lawn outside

I long to speak like that again

Seems I have to take my time

How many calls—how many wasted days

In empty parking lots smoking the hours away

Wishing for more but wanting the less I'd take

Now I'm older but age gave no advice

You see if grace hadn't come down from on high

I never would have figured wrong from right

Peace came and stilled my hearts ache

And though tears are all I can seem to pray

I'll reap shouts of joy at the end of the age

Jesus Christ you're more than a sacrifice

A brother I always wanted by my side

I can't wait for the end of time