A Couple Thousand Missed Calls

DADFGC
Capo 3


You could see Chicago if the wind weren't still
Hear entire oceans in my ear with a shell
An hour later I'm drunk 
I throw my phone into the lake it's like a message in a bottle

The wake erases my steps, I think 
In twenty years from now a million phones'll wash up dead
A couple thousand missed calls 
I took the sea shells home and put 'em up on my wall