Left a note tacked to the bedpost
Said you’d gone some other way
You took a train to California
‘Cause I’d never been out that way
It’s been six months

The phone rings, just a breath now
A bit of static down the line
I’m no fool, I know it’s you
You know I’ll answer every time
It’s been forever

And will the trumpets wail
For your triumphant return?
Will they cry your name in glory?
Will the sun blot out the
Shadow of your false love?

Left your papers in the basement
‘Case you ever come through this way
Like to torch them with this dead house
God, I feel like flames today
It’s been six months

And will the trumpets wail
For your triumphant return?
Will they cry your name in glory?
Will the sun blot out the
Shadow of your false love?

The phone rings, just a breath now
A bit of static down the line
Like to torch them with this dead house
God, I feel like flames today
It’s been forever