And this is a machine talking to a machine Hello, George, this is Chris, and we're... A man talking to another man Man to man, man to machine, machine to machine In a short time, we've come a long way And this, already hanging around in the heavens This is change Hey, hello? Thought I'd call to let you know I've given up and I'd like to come back home It's been too long since I've slept in my own bed I need your help 'cause I'm in over my head Hey, hello, we just want to get you home We're getting old and we don't want to be alone Time is a balm that helps to heal the wounds we cause Or so I've heard, it hasn't healed any of yours My brain is a blur, full of broken blood and bone I send you my love through the last public telephone I wait for a word, only a dial tone again I say "Hello, hello? It's me" I guess it's really the end I guess it's really the end I guess it's really the end I guess it's really the end I guess it's really the end I guess it's really the end I guess it's really the end