Holding You Through the Static

Your voice comes in just long enough to keep me from the crowd.
I don't need perfect reception; I just need to know you're there,
Holding you through the static is the closest I can get to care.
Miles don't care about intention,
And time don't care about the past.
But something in the broken signal still manages to last.
I stay on the line a little longer,
Just to keep the quiet near.
I'm holding you through the static,