Caroline has a dime But none of her calls are getting through She tries to call a friend now 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 The world caught in her eyes Every day the same display 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