When the Wires Are Down

It's common place I know that leaves us here as strangers
Where once you held my gaze, and quipped so fervently about the news on rotation
You left an impression on me
Now you remark about the drizzling skies
No more of the old life, wearing out the hackneyed smiles
That never reached the eyes

Wish you would have thought of staying open for a while
Gave me your last orders, I'm left staring down the dial
I've been left waiting here, I've been biding my time
But the wires are down, and I ain't your style

When did it become about email attachments 'stead of late night conversations
And when did we lose the emotional attraction in pursuit of information
Look at us made of wood and tin
Now you're free to be the man you wish you'd been

Wish you would have thought of staying open for a while
Gave your last orders and I'm left staring down the dial
I been left waiting here, and I been biding my time
But the wires are down, and I ain't your style

Strange place to go, from 80 straight to zero
Now nothing's coming down the wire
And you're too busy in your mind
Strange place to go, from 80 straight to zero
Now nothing's coming down the wire
You're too busy in your mind

Wish You would have thought of staying open for a while
You gave your last orders and I'm left staring down the dial
I been left waiting here, and I been biding my time
Yes I'm biding my time

Oh baby when the wires are down
Oh I ain't your style
Oh baby when the wires are down
And I ain't your style
Oh baby when the wires are down
And I ain't your style
Oh baby when the wires are down
And I ain't your style
Oh no I ain't your style