Nothing i will ever say will look like truth to you Because standing in your eyes i will never be quite good, Enough to meet your standards, always alone i'll stand Against this empty phone booth that's ringing in my head. I have waited for so long for you to place this call just to tell me this was worth it Here's a quarter for your time. I am yearning for the day when i will make a stand and be strong But all these little years i've wasted the phone has never rung. Standing on your pedestal you toss a look at me Barely worth your recognition i think i finally see That anything's too much to ask, always alone i'll stand Against this empty phone book that was ringing in your hand Ch. Walking down this yellow road, I wonder if that ringing phone Is still hanging by the wire Since the day i cut the line.