When the Wires Are Down

It's common place I know that leaves us here as strangers Where once you held my gaze, and quipped so fervently about the news on rotation You left an impression on me Now you remark about the drizzling skies No more of the old life, wearing out the hackneyed smiles That never reached the eyes Wish you would have thought of staying open for a while Gave me your last orders, I'm left staring down the dial I've been left waiting here, I've been biding my time But the wires are down, and I ain't your style When did it become about email attachments 'stead of late night conversations And when did we lose the emotional attraction in pursuit of information Look at us made of wood and tin Now you're free to be the man you wish you'd been Wish you would have thought of staying open for a while Gave your last orders and I'm left staring down the dial I been left waiting here, and I been biding my time But the wires are down, and I ain't your style Strange place to go, from 80 straight to zero Now nothing's coming down the wire And you're too busy in your mind Strange place to go, from 80 straight to zero Now nothing's coming down the wire You're too busy in your mind Wish You would have thought of staying open for a while You gave your last orders and I'm left staring down the dial I been left waiting here, and I been biding my time Yes I'm biding my time Oh baby when the wires are down Oh I ain't your style Oh baby when the wires are down And I ain't your style Oh baby when the wires are down And I ain't your style Oh baby when the wires are down And I ain't your style Oh no I ain't your style