My Telephone

Winter nights, the darkness comes quick Key in door, to an empty house Jacket falls fast right on the floor I stare at the stand, at the telephone for sure There she sits, alone, unmoving No blinking light No message at all From a lovers voice or even a call from the mall The ritual is the same, night after night I pick up the phone, yes dial tone is there I check the wires, all attached with great care Its not broken, same as this morning I confess, yes I stare at the phone over there The phone is a functioning, I am assured I call the weather line, yes a test but I was bored They tell me is all sunny up over yonder So no one calls me, of this I must ponder I confess yes I stare, at the dark phone sitting there Maybe the answering system parts are malfunctioning Maybe she really did some exotic oh calling Oh what I am saying, she’s out to the ball While I look at telephone, alone in the hall I confess yes I stare, I stare and stare So another night, outside shines the bright city lights I open the door to the darkness in fright For oh my god, I see a blinking light My heart beats in excitement, this is surely the night I stare at a ringing telephone Oh my what a delight!!!!!!!! Click Wrong number