O worker, o searcher, we all make lines, we all make broken lines
Hey mister, they saw your sister working downtown, all the way downtown
Now driver, change directions. Take me downtown, take me downtown.
I wasn't worried about anything, I saw your number and I let the phone ring.
We all make paths, leave broken tracks, hoping for some kind of contact.
Now workers, go and find her. We all make lines - go find her broken line.
Hey sisters, we somehow missed her - the line divides. This is the first time.
We look, we lay down lines. Our lines depend on what we find.
Nobody's ready for a trip to the sun. You go too far, now you're the only one.
We look, can't find the path - partial traces aren't enough for contact.
Here, hidden in these lines, these empty spaces held your name this whole time.
In from relay - how can it be? How can it say WAIT ON ME