I wish youÂŽd call me on the telephone I want to hear your voice Reaching late into the night I would live on the telephone if I was
Listening to you talk about your day
I nod my head, count the days gone by Since I held onto your words
I used to call you on the telephone I couldnÂŽt catch my breath To expel a single word You would hang up your telephone You always looked confused Then youÂŽd turn and close the blinds
I nod my head, count the days gone by Since I held onto your words