She didn't answer the letters She didn't return my calls All the sweet nothings, deep meaning and pleadings still whisper around in the lines Running north... She didn't come to the playground She didn't pick up the phone So all that I think about coming to England is lost in the humming of lines Running north.... Can't you hear? Can't you hear? Can't you hear? Can't you hear? She's in a car in the country I'm in a house in the town She doesn't know of those telegram notes Of yelling and swearing and crying Can't you hear? Can't you hear? I'm talking to nothing but time I'm talking to you in the lines Running north...