Garnet Rogers - Phone Booth lyrics

How many times has he picked up the phone To call her, when he's had too much to drink at night? Whisky singing in his veins, He dials her number once again In the ghostly phone booth light He hears her phone ring through the static She picks it up and says, "hello" And with shaking hands and pounding heart He asks her again, "why do we have to be apart this way?" He hears her silence, then she clears her throat And while he finds the bottle hidden in his coat She says, "you know we've been through this before." The silence grows, moments pa** His fear has clouded up the gla** Inside the phone booth door Tonight his words won't go the distance He had so much he meant to say They listen to each other breathe Then she finally speaks and says "I had to leave, you know it's best this way." He's fighting for some words to say Some perfect phrase to win her back Or sway her to her side Still the silence grows, it fills the phone And it chills him to his very bones, And leaves him with no pride "Does it not matter that I love you? Don't you love me anymore?" She takes a breath and then says, "no, I used to; that was long ago. Don't call her anymore." He bows his head, replaces the receiver Trying hard not to believe there's no hope anymore And he waits until his fears have pa**ed His forehead pressed up against the gla** And then he opens up the door And the nightwind greets him like a lover; Her cold fingers brush up against his cheek Then she chases papers down the street Past doorways, where lovers meet And huddle in the night Then he puts one hand up against the wall And drains the whiskey Trying not fall on his stupid face And the wind it makes a mocking sound Across the bottle's mouth As he stumbles down to watch the river race In his heart he knows she loves him If he could only make her see With his sleeve he wipes his streaming eyes; Finds a quarter; he'll give it one more try To make her see the light.