Colter Vane, Owen James, Domus Made - The Last Payphone

Pulled off an old back highway Near the railroad line Found a gas station fading Somewhere out of time Standing by the ice machine Like it never got the news A weather-beaten payphone Faded from the years of use Names carved in the metal Half gone with the rain Somebody stood here once Trying not to be forgotten Back when hearing someone's voice Meant more than a screen Back when one short phone call Could say everything The last payphone in this town Still waits for a call For all the names we still recall Written on these walls Some numbers disappear Some people do too I'd give one last quarter Just to hear from you Hear from you One last quarter I'd call my uncle raymond Hear that old familiar laugh He'd tell me not to worry Like he always had I'd call my friend jimmy Gone before his time Just to hear him say my name One more time Some roads keep on rolling Some voices fade away But every now and then You wish for one more day The last payphone in this town Still waits for a call For all the names we still recall Written on these walls Some numbers disappear Some people do too I'd give one last quarter Just to hear from you I almost picked the receiver up Just to hear the empty line Like maybe for a second I could turn back time But the wind moved through the cornfields And the silence answered back Some things keep moving forward Some things never come back The last payphone in this town Still waits for a call For the dreamers and the drifters And the names upon the wall Some numbers disappear Some people do too I'd give one last quarter Just to hear from you The last payphone in this town Still waits for a call Still waits for a call Hear from you A call Looked back through the mirror As i drove into the night The last payphone in this town Still waiting