Alone with the phone again
  The deepening light seeps in my mind
  I'm desperate to hear a voice
  Can this really be my choice?
  I'm fifty and I'm tricky
  And I'm sick of being alone
  You're twenty-five and pretty
  But you're old enough to know
  That actions form a pattern
  And the heart's the last to know
  And I'm waitin' for another friend
  Callin' long distance again
    My mind is an antique room
  There's overstuffed chairs and carpets too
  Where nobody ever comes
  It's a good place to run away from
  And I'm runnin' from a love
  With every step I take
  And if I can fall for you then
  From the last one I am saved
  And it's a cold grey wet December
  Shity shity day
  And I'm waitin' for another friend
  Calling long distance again
    You're dark and your French voice is lovely
  And you're bright eyes light the receiver across the miles
  I'm listening close and I'm hoping
  To learn love, but I don't know how
  Calling long distance again
  Calling long distance again
  I'm calling long distance again
  Calling long distance again