Caroline has a dime 

She tries to call a friend now 

But none of her calls are getting through 

She lives in a room alone 

Her best friend's her imagination 

She has dreams instead of moments now 

Caroline on the line but never getting through 

She's getting tired of reaching out 

Every day the same display 

The world caught in her eyes 

Caroline always seems to cry 

She has a window there 

It looks into a world of terror 

The glass is several miles thick 

Her sleep is dangerous 

It keeps her mind from her body 

And now she never wants to wake