Separated by telephone wire
And a cup of coffee
By a stagnant keyboard
You've deserted me

We'd sing Rob Thomas
We'd ride to County Line
You'd cry on me and I on you
Around me, you say we're fine

Then tell me, honey, what's this red line
Drawn across your entire body
Drawn across your entire soul
That drains you of your energy
That drains you of your voice?

I hear from the second hand
Who says more to me than you
And you're supposed to be my friend
You've deserted me

I've reached the cellular
Til I can no longer hear you clearly
And my words just fall upon
Ears that used to love to hear them dearly

Then tell me, honey, what's this red line
Drawn across your entire body
Drawn across your entire soul
That drains you of your energy
That drains you of your voice?
Then tell me, honey, what's this red tape
Drawn across these two states
Drawn across a little two hour drive
That drains you of your love?
That drains you of your love?