When the phone rang Sunday night
I was surprised to hear your voice
And a hundred miles of wire
Brought in your thoughts, and I rejoiced
And then we said good-bye
And I hung up the telephone
It seemed like you were here
But in an instant you were gone
And I don't know what you're doing
And the distance is to blame
Though I ain't in Mississippi
Still I miss you just the same
Well you know you're just as real when you're here
When you're away
But it sure is hard to realize
Though I try the live-long day
If I forget your face
When space and time make you a dream
How real the Lord must be
Though he remains unseen
And I don't know what you're doing
And the distance is to blame
Though I ain't in Mississippi
Still I miss you just the same