PBXin'

Midnight hacking Nor-tell Meridian lines
Green-screen glow and a pocket full of time
Shiva Lan-Rover, PPP on the run
Dial-tone dreaming ’til the handshake comes

Rooting your number through an old exchange
Turning every mile into a local range
From the switchboard buzz to your voice breaking in
You ask how I reach you — I’m P-B-X-in’

Static in the hallway, blue light in the room
Every little carrier wave is leading back to you
No matter where you are, I know where to begin

You said, “How you callin’ me long-distance?”
I said, “I’m P-B-X-in’”
Got a private line, no need for permission
I’m P-B-X-in’

Every mile disappears when you’re listening
Your voice comes shining in
You said, “How you callin’ me long-distance?”
I said, “I’m P-B-X-in’ tonight”

Meridian menus and a midnight tone
Old-school systems making anywhere home
Through the copper and the clicks and the hum
I hear your name when the connection comes

No satellites, no money changing hands
Just a little bit of magic in the switching plan
From a dusty old rack to the light on your skin
You ask how I reach you — I’m P-B-X-in’

Private branch exchange, private little world
A wire through the night to my favorite girl
Call it old technology, call it a sin
But when you pick up, I’m P-B-X-in’

You said, “How you callin’ me long-distance?”
I said, “I’m P-B-X-in’”
Got a private line, no charge, no resistance,
I’m P-B-X-in’

Every mile disappears when you’re listenin’,
Your voice comes shining in
You said, “How you callin’ me long-distance?”
I said, “I’m P-B-X-in’ tonight”

P-B-X-in’
P-B-X-in’
Turning every mile into a local range
P-B-X-in’