| Hold Music Dial Tones |
|---|
| Bust through the front door, feet on the first floor |
| I’ll check my compass for the first time today |
| Smokes on the back porch |
| We’re facing true north, illuminated while our debt’s getting paid |
| Second verse, different from the first: |
| Hold music dial tones, cellular telephones, no pity parties for the rest of our |
| lives |
| It’s such a lonely sound |
| I need to calm down |
| We’re on a mission to restart and revive |
