Here beats the black heart of my rancor The speed of life can dull your nerve I beat no drum for anything anymore Might have more than I deserve The golden age of being amused Has turned into the modern life and times of being confused And I feel it too When I'm alone in my room Waiting for that light to blink The little song I miss There's a ghost there singing I saw somebody jump the turnstile at the station He barely made the doors and took a seat next to a stranger I saw her eyes was as she brushed his body passing in the aisle And you said where are you calling from tonight? I don't dismiss it that I need it To disappear to something in loud A few new faces fill the spaces with a river of names And all the names just filter out This work can occupy my mind But it won't convince my body that I've been satisfied And 1'm most alive and I'm most like myself in my dreams Your eyes connect the mis-remembered me I saw somebody jump the turnstile at the station Barely made the doors and took a seat next to a stranger I saw her eyes as she brushed his body passing in the aisle And I said where are you calling from tonight? And when are you coming home?