I'm calling from the last payphone in New York
After looking for quarters on the ground
I don't have much time, I'll cut it short
Since you're probably hearing more static than sound
Can you hear the music from the subway doors
As it's swooshing by our platform?
They don't stop at our stop anymore
Baby, soon we'll be
On the junkyard of history
About to be forgotten and obsolete
Oh, the world is picking up speed
At a pace that I can't keep
But time stood still when you were here with me
Slowly, we slide out of existence
Like trilobites, old satellites and rotary phones
They stopped making upgrades for our systems
So listen, you and I, we are version 1.0
Baby, we are telefax and paper maps
We're Betamax, we're personal ads
The incandescent light that shines through the cracks
Baby, soon we'll be
On the junkyard of history
About to be forgotten and obsolete
Oh, the world is picking up speed
At a pace that I can't keep
But time stands still when you are here with me
Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
