I Wait for You (By The Telephone)

The time has come to say goodbye;
I turn my cheek, I try not to cry
There's nothing to say, there's no one to blame;
I don't know when we shall meet again
A house without you is not our role;
It's a lonely place, a dark old place
So I think of you by the telephone
And I see your face, your warm embrace

Paris, Frankfurt, Moscow, Bombay...
So many nights, so far away
New York, Tokyo, Geneva, and Rome...
My heart would grow cold without the telephone

Her: When I find I'm far from home...the telephone
Him: The telephone
Her: That keeps me from feeling alone...the telephone
Him: The telephone
Her: When I'm feeling sad and blue...the telephone
Him: The telephone
Her: That connects me straight to you...the telephone
Him: The telephone

Her: Hello?
Him: Hello
Her: 'So good to hear your voice again. I miss you...
Him: I miss you too
Her: You'll call again tomorrow?
Him: Of Course
Her: All right then...goodbye
Him: Goodbye

Restaurants and hotel rooms, it's never the same without you
And the foreign faces and the foreign streets wouldn't be half bad with your arms around me
The buses and the trains and the tickets and the travel and the parties and the people and the meetings and the battle
For they just don't mean a thing. When the telephone rings, my heart sings

Paris, Frankfurt, Moscow Bombay
So many nights, so far away
New York, Tokyo, Geneva, and Rome
My heart would grow cold without the telephone

Her: When I find I'm far from home...the telephone
Him: The telephone
Her: That keeps me from feeling alone...the telephone
Him: The telephone
Her: When I'm feeling sad and blue...the telephone
Him: The telephone
Her: That connects me straight to you...the telephone
Him: The telephone