the call (demo)

I'm in a Super 8 and sleeping on the ground I only think about you when the WiFi's down There's so many faces in the crowd Sometimes I think they're all I care about Everywhere I go My phone is just a mirror 'Til I see a few missed calls And I hope to God That I'm not gone when something's wrong That I'm not playing all my songs At all these shows out on the road And I can only hope That I'm not drunk and I'm not high That I never ever have to say goodbye From these four walls When I get that call