Telephone

Now when iґm sick and tired and iґm far away from home
I need to hear your voice on the telephone
Thatґs just what I need to feel at home
No matter how far away I am, how bad I feel
'cause thereґs no greater thrill in my life
Than to hear your sweet voice in my ear, itґs nice
It makes the miles apart not so far
Brings hope to me like a shining star
I get so tired out when I reach over and dial out
And all I get is the stupid machine it says
«iґm not at home right now
If you know what I mean
So if you will leave your name and number
Sometime iґll give you a call back and if you donґt
I wonґt make time for you no more, jack»
See iґm sick and tired of layinґ alone
I get these cold sweats when iґm far away from home
And if I could just hear your voice one more time
I might have a little inspiration to continue
My life in a way that I can that doesnґt seem
So destructive as I am but itґs ok if I donґt
Get you today, iґll just listen to your
Answering machine ok fucked up piece of Shit 30 seconds and iґm cut off
No return calls (once a week)