i played the track backwards
and I heard nothing but beauty
i called you on the phone
and I heard you softly weeping
I wondered how you could have heard
what I had heard
but you hung up

i took the long train
i took it all the way home
and I walked around the street
where I used to live and play
but I recognized nothing
and i called my mother on the phone
but the line was down

i played the track back
and I heard nothing at all
I called you on the phone
but the line had been permanently severed
and i wondered
what had happened to all the stuff in my old room
and if I'd ever get that record (track) back

i called you on the phone
and I told you I loved you
and you said nothing
but I could hear someone else on the line
i got back on the train
and put my ear to window
and I could hear nothing but beauty