Caller No. 99

Woke up a year too late just to sit around and wait

The clock on the radio is running down

The station above the tuning dial

Is a signal that never comes

That never comes

The announcer by the phone is waiting all alone

For caller number 99

And I'm wondering

What is my nature

What is that, my nature?

In a dream at night

Never was a right time to answer

Listener's mind

Took a corner blind to change it

But it is my nature

What is that, my nature?

What is that, my nature?