Telephone

I can't be here anymore,

Just want it to be over. (Over.)

Wanna walk where the clouds are big,

An' covered in clover (Clouds of clover.)

I'm sorry I ever called.

Shoulda never, ever, ever picked up the 'phone. (Shoulda forgot your number.)

It's turned into a scary dream.

I never want it back at all.

I never really thought you would answer.

Now it's a big blown up thing.

I wish you hadn't been at home when the telephone rang.

When the telephone rang.

I've looked in faces that just looked away.

The eyes were dim and cloudy. (Can't see a thing.)

The pain of livin' with the hand that's dealt,

Is more than I can stand. (Can you take it? Can you take it? Can you take it?)

I can't forget all the mistakes I made,

It'd take a lifetime to erase them. (No, I can't go back.)

An' even I would never change a thing,

I can't waste any more time. (Time's a wastin', time's a wastin'.)

I never really thought you would answer.

Now it's a big blown up thing.

I wish you hadn't been at home when the telephone rang.

When the telephone rang.

I'm gettin' old an' my friends are few;

We're crossin' that big mountain. (Almost to the top, almost to the top.)

The sky fills of with the stars and moon and rain,

Pours like a fountain. (Water fallin' down.)

Oh, I could sit here in the midnight air,

An' look at what this life takes from me. (An' what it gives to you.)

An' count the reasons why I can't stand myself.

Just had to say these things anyway.

I never really thought you would answer.

Now it's a big blown up thing.

I wish you hadn't been at home when the telephone rang.-acap