empty streets 
crowded rooms 
silent parks 
wait for you 
you were walking 
i'd pursue 
moving faster 
can't get you 

on the telephone 

struggled hard 
to forget 
see you smokin 
cigarette 
at a distance 
never phone 
line is busy 
you're at home 
on the telephone 

it's so hard 
when you're waiting 
for your luck to change 
it's so hard waiting 
for another day 

i'm not sure what 
i'd say 
if we met 
face to face 
things are better 
not explained 
after all 
dreams remain 

on the telephone