Dova Music - Time Zone Ahead

Trading who would take the call.
Now the messages come short, a photo of a foreign street,
I type back, "So happy for you," and then I sit and wait.
I hold the phone in practice, thumb above your name,
Tell myself that this is growing up,
That this is how it goes.
I'm happy for you dancing in the kitchen light,
But every Sunday evening I'm missing you all night.