Tapping on the Line

Someone’s messing with the machines

They’ve been left out in the rain

Well it’s strange to come back free of any rust

Dares you to explain

Could you speak a little more clearly on the line

Cold wind keeps blowing from the east

Trans-Atlantic crossings coming to a freeze

I’m in exile with a sign that reads

No one can tell which side of the street

Would I stand a little closer to the line

No one can tell which side to claim

Could you speak a little more clearly once again

Speak a little clearly on the line

Indian summer, cold war skies

Nervous drummers on overbooked flights

Well the chaos grows stronger on the superstition flyway

Looks like we’re spinning up tonight

Could you step a little closer to the line

Splitting heart and mind, broken circuit by design

Well the demand for arms is goin’ through the roof

The scientists are forced to work in the maze

While they tap tap tap tap tapping on the line

Could you speak a little clearly one more time

While you tap tap tap tap tapping on the line