Songtext von Voice Mail #1

MARK December 24th, nine p.m. Eastern Standard time From here on in I shooot without a script See if anything comes of it Instead of my old shit First shot - Roger Tuning the Fender guitar He hasn't played in a year ROGER This won't tune MARK So we hear He's just coming back From half a year of withdrawal ROGER Are you talking to me? MARK Not at all Are you ready? Hold that focus - steady Tell the folks at home What you're doing Roger... ROGER I'm writing one great song... MARK The phone rings ROGER Saved! MARK We screen Zoom in on the answering machine!