Captive on my Code-A-Phone was a voice that spread like light,
He reminds me of a mistake I used to call, “Baby”,
And I ate it up like an ice cream cone and willed him to be right,
And built a dream on a string of “ifs” and “maybes”.
But inside there is no peace,
My head yells, “Run,”
My heart cries, “Stay,”
Who can I believe?
When the house divides against itself the wrecking ball will soon prevail,
Still I look for love on the mainline, oh.
He lives rent-free inside my head, my heart he owns outright,
Those lines are down and humming like livewires,
Still I search for common threads and I long for black and white,
Does wisdom ever dovetail desire?
And my heart insists that he’s the only one,
While the endless loop inside my head says, “You know he is wrong.”
When the house divides against itself the wrecking ball will soon prevail,
Still I look for love on the mainline,
I have wasted too much time trying to bridge the gap between heart and mind,
When the signs say very clearly: “Broken Mainline.”
What makes me think I can drive when I have tested blind?
I do much better walking slow by faith,
And how come I would trust a man who took me for a ride?
How long will I have to learn the hard way?
Oh, house divides against itself, the wrecking ball will soon prevail,
Still I look for love on the mainline,
I have wasted too much time trying to bridge the gap between heart and mind,
When the signs say very clearly: “Broken Mainline,” I went to that,
When the house divides against itself the wrecking ball will soon prevail,
Still I look for love on the mainline,
I know that you know, or maybe I…
I have wasted too much time trying to bridge the gap between heart and mind,
When the signs say very clearly: “Broken Mainline.”
