Verse 1)
Another Tuesday morning, the sun is a weary sigh
Scrolling through the headlines, another reason why
The old man yells at the TV, the kids are glued to the screen
Lost in a digital desert, where nothing is what it seems
We talk about the weather, we talk about the game
But no one talks about the silence, the quiet, creeping shame
The empty seat at the table, the phone call that never came
We smile for the camera, all playing the same old game
