Chris Cohen Caller No. 99
Woke up a year too late, just to sit around and way
The clock on the radio, is swirling down
Station above the tuning down
It's the signal that never comes, that never comes
The announcer by the phone, there's waiting on and on
For caller number 99
I'm wondering what is mine, nature
What is like my nature?
And I dream at night
Never was the right time to answer
It's in the smile, trick a color blind
To change up, what it is my nature
I'm wondering what is mine, nature
What is like my nature?