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