Is this what becomes of us? When all the lines are cut Conversations lay in ruins And all the doors are shut An empty verse A turn of phrase is all that I can say You don't hear me You don't hear me anyway It's not time To say goodnight What's on your mind? You're outta sight Oh can't you see? We've been livin' past our means All these hope-filled hours And nothing in between So take these broken ends Nine decades scattered Among disconnected friends And see what you can do It's not time To say goodnight What's on your mind? You're outta sight