Caller No. 99 - Chris Cohen

Woke up a year too late, just to sit around and way

The clock on the radio, is swirling down

Station above the tuning down

It’s the signal that never comes, that never comes

The announcer by the phone, there’s waiting on and on

For caller number 99

I’m wondering what is mine, nature

What is like my nature?

And I dream at night

Never was the right time to answer

It’s in the smile, trick a color blind

To change up, what it is my nature

I’m wondering what is mine, nature

What is like my nature?