Three Green Dots

[Chorus]
Three green dots in a little gray bubble
A ghost in the wire, a whole world of trouble
He waits for the words that he knows aren't comin' through
Just a flicker of voltage that used to be you.

[Verse 1]
Stas at the R-Bar traces the cracks
On his ZTE screen with a thumb full of slag.
It's a quarter past one on a shift-change Friday,
The ghost has been typing since last Sunday.

[Chorus]
Three green dots in a little gray bubble
A ghost in the wire, a whole world of trouble
He waits for the words that he knows aren't comin' through
Just a flicker of voltage that used to be you.

[Verse 2]
The phone's getting warm from the heat of his hand,
A low-current comfort he don't understand.
"'I'm built for the coast,' is the last thing she wrote,"
Now her picture's a silhouette caught in his throat.

[Bridge]
His fingertip hovers on the digital kill,
A two-megabyte funeral, standing stock-still.

[Chorus]
Three green dots in a little gray bubble
A ghost in the wire, a whole world of trouble
He waits for the words that he knows aren't comin' through
Just a flicker of voltage that used to be you.

[Outro]
He pockets the wire.
He orders a double.