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