Alone with the phone again The deepening light seeps in my mind I'm desperate to hear a voice Can this really be my choice? I'm fifty and I'm tricky And I'm sick of being alone You're twenty-five and pretty But you're old enough to know That actions form a pattern And the heart's the last to know And I'm waitin' for another friend Callin' long distance again
My mind is an antique room There's overstuffed chairs and carpets too Where nobody ever comes It's a good place to run away from And I'm runnin' from a love With every step I take And if I can fall for you then From the last one I am saved And it's a cold grey wet december Shity shity day And I'm waitin' for another friend Calling long distance again
You're dark and your french voice is lovely And you're bright eyes light the receiver across the miles I'm listening close and I'm hoping To learn love, but I don't know how Calling long distance again Calling long distance again I'm calling long distance again Calling long distance again
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