Lyrics Tim Buckley

Tim Buckley

Martha

Operator, number please

It's been so many years

She'll remember my old voice

While I fight the tears

Hello, hello there, is this Martha?

This is ol' Tom Frost

Now I'm calling long distance

Don't worry 'bout the cost

It's been twenty years or more

Now Martha please recall

And meet me out for coffee

Where we'll talk about it all

And those were days of roses

Of poetry and prose

And Martha all I had was you

And all you had was me

There was no tomorrow

We packed away our sorrows

And saved 'em for a rainy day

And I remember quiet evenings

Trembling close to you

I feel so much older now

You're much older too

How's the husband

And how's the kids

You know I got married too

Lucky that you found someone

Who makes you feel secure

We were all so young and foolish

Now we are mature

I was always so impulsive

Guess that I still am

But all that really mattered then

Was that I was a man

Guess that our bein' together

Was never meant to be

But Martha, Martha, I love you

Can't you see and