Your Machine

I know you're out somewhere tonight, Probably dancing in the neon lights. But I still dial those seven numbers slow, Just to hear the voice I used to know. It rings once, twice, maybe three. Then comes the sound that's killing me. I'm calling your machine again, Just to hear you say your name. I know you're never gonna answer, But I need to feel you anyway. Your recorded voice, it keeps me sane. So I'm calling your machine Again. I memorize the way you breathe Before you tell them, "Leave a message, Please." I don't say nothing when the beep comes On, Just let it run until the tape is gone. I should hang up, let you be. But I need this part of you with me. I'm calling your machine again, Oh, Just to hear you say your name, Oh. I know you're never gonna answer, But I need to feel you anyway. Your recorded voice, it keeps me sane. So I'm calling your machine Again. Maybe one night you'll pick up the phone, And we can talk like when we were Alone. But till then I'll take what I can get. These thirty seconds I can't forget. I'm calling your machine again, Just to hear you say your name. I know you're never gonna answer, But I need to feel you anyway. Your recorded voice, it keeps me sane. So I'm calling your machine Again. Yeah, I'm calling your machine. Oh, machine again. I'm calling your machine Again.