I got your letter on Saturday morning,
The
one where you told me, “this is so long”.
I
tried to call you to say I still love you.
I’d
tell you if only you’d answer the phone.
Three
days of highways are standing between us
And
I know it’s hard being there all alone.
I’d
rush right to you in a blind New York minute.
I’d
be there if only you’d answer the phone.
I would come running like a hundred yard dash,
Jump
on a plane and be there in a flash.
If
I could just hear you say, “Babe, come on home.”
I’d
be there if only you’d answer the phone.
I
just hung up for the forty-fifth time.
I
can’t wait around anymore.
Straight
to the airport, no more wasted time.
I’ll
soon be at your front door.
You
have to tell me why your mind has changed.
What
can I do to atone?
It
could have been easier to speak to your heart
If
only you’d answered the phone.
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