The light's not enough for reading
Through a dim room I go
Near a glass lamp there are
Matches and a box of Marlboro
A blue shirt on the floor
Stains on the shirt's hem
I light up the lamp, I flinch when
The phone starts to ring
I assume
Now someone has a problem
Now someone's in distress
At this time of evening
People don't get called at home
And now someone has a problem
Now someone's in distress
The telephone desk is from Ikea
Wooden and made cheap
On the wall a shadow sways
When my hand hits the handset
I assume
Now someone has a problem
Now someone's in distress
Now someone has a problem
Now someone's in distress
At this time of evening
People don't get called at home and
aren't bothered
aren't bothered
arent' bothered