Making calls
Across the world
To hear recorded messages
In foreign languages

Connect the dots while peering around and
Line the path that I made
I'll stay put now just for a minute
To catch my breath and then I'm gone
On the grid, but so far away
Disconnected 'til it's not
And the next point in the distance
Takes a whistle to arrive

Captain Crunch keeps me awake all night
Dialing my troubles away

Up on a tandem
Stacking long-line trunks
'Til I could kill a city
I could kill a city

It's entertainment
There is no malice
Unspecific
Happy and free without a care
Blind kids love Ma Bell
They don't hate her
They just want her to be perfect, to be perfect