Текст песни
Found a gas station fading somewhere out of time.
Standing by the ice machine like it never got the news,
A weather-beaten payphone faded from the years of use.
Names carved in the metal,
Half gone with the rain; somebody stood here once,
Trying not to be forgotten.
Back when hearing someone's voice meant more than a screen,
Back when one short phone call could say everything.
The last payphone in this town still waits for a call,
For all the names we still recall written on these walls.
Standing by the ice machine like it never got the news,
A weather-beaten payphone faded from the years of use.
Names carved in the metal,
Half gone with the rain; somebody stood here once,
Trying not to be forgotten.
Back when hearing someone's voice meant more than a screen,
Back when one short phone call could say everything.
The last payphone in this town still waits for a call,
For all the names we still recall written on these walls.