Brother On Phone

Ooo oo girl on the phone Ooo oo girl on the phone Wish I had someone to love me like this girl I just heard on the phone I didn't mean to listen to her private conversation But it made me feel so all alone When I listened to that girl on the phone Every word she was sayin' Played together like a beautiful song, whoa yeah As soon as she said it boy I never would forget it Cause it made me feel so all alone When I listened to that girl on the phone She was sayin' that she loved him And it sounded like he loved her too Before she said goodbye she told him Baby I'm gon' be home soon When she ordered tea for two I knew her lover would be waiting at home, whoa yeah She could hardly keep from smiling as she headed for her darlin' And it made me feel so all alone When I listened to that girl on the phone Ooo oo girl on the phone Ooo oo girl on the phone Wish I had someone to love me like this girl I just heard on the phone I probably shouldn't have listened to her private conversation But it made me feel so all alone Yes it made me feel so all alone When I listened to that girl on the phone Cmon cmon cmon Cmon cmon and ring me baby Cmon cmon cmon Cmon cmon and ring me baby

It's 2 in the morning And I'm on the phone You say you're not moving I hope you're not moving on Gone for a minute You say you've lost it all How many minutes 'Til it's the last phone call When you lose control Say that you need me But the other you Isn't so crazy Your feelings are numb But mine are just a mixer for your rum My phone hears your soul With no filter on You drink from your fears If I am one You try to swallow Your demons alone Slide down your throat And down my cheekbone When you lose control Say that you need me But the other you Isn't so crazy Your feelings are numb But mine are just a mixer for your rum But if I was coke Would it be a love story When you lose control Say that you need me But the other you Isn't so crazy Your feelings are numb But mine are just a mixer for your rum

Written by Jimmy Buffett, Peter Mayer, Roger Guth, Will Kimbrough Message in a bottle, rhythm of a drum Smoke signals and telegraphs make the airwaves hum But that's all ancient history like bongs and Lincoln Logs Now we livin' like the Jetsons in a wacky wireless fog Talkin' squawkin' hawkin' who knows if anybody's gettin' through Toasters talk to crackberries, Boston to Bombay Teenage schemes and Ma-bell's dreams as minutes tick away We act like crazy people talking to ourselves Crashing cars in conversation while that shit flies off the shelf The information superhighways locked up like a L.A. traffic jam Everybody's on the phone So connected and all alone From the pizza boy to the socialite We all salute the satellites Let me text you with your master plan You're loud and clear but I don't understand I'm a digital explorer in analog roam And everybody's on the phone Do you remember dialing up? Yes I remember well Now I just can't go anywhere with out that sacred cell I think that I might die if I miss anything at all Text me, send me an e-mail, link me up, give me a call I'm ADD on AOL tryin to read the writing on the wall Everybody's on the phone So connected and all alone From the pizza boy to the socialite We all salute the satellites Let me text you with your master plan You're loud and clear but I don't understand I'm a digital explorer in analog roam And everybody's on the phone Now I'm a real jungle jumper I'm a megahertz man I swing from tree to tree on the very latest plan On the download In the dropout zones In every major city 'cross the land I got my Marley on my ringtone, get up, stand up, reach out, touch somebody man Everybody's on the phone So connected and all alone From the pizza boy to the socialite We all salute the satellites Let me text you with your master plan You're loud and clear but I don't understand I'm a digital explorer in analog roam And everybody's on the phone Can you hear me? Can you hear me now? I gotta get over by the beerstand Oh shit my batteries are going I'll call you back