Telephone

Telephone line goes underground and the
Telephone line goes underground and the
Telephone line goes underground and it
No it never makes a sound, a sound, a sound

But it carries those sound from me to you
Over the mountains and under the deep blue sea
Carries those sounds from you to me
And it helps you hear me and it helps me see me

I was making love to a memory
Though I could not see her I thought perhaps she might see me
Now I'm waving goodbye to her glassy stare
And I am over here and she is over there

Telephone line goes underground and the
Telephone line goes underground and the
Telephone line goes underground and it
And it goes from town, to town, to town

From each town each dialect preserved and the
Unwritten law of unspoken goes unheard
From each place miasmic interface still pounds
While love and hate and death and life transformed to sound

Secret sigh slips out unobserved
FBI spy hears it shunts it to headquarters
But no hidden message there, it means what it says
I hear it, I respond, and I can soothe your worried head

Telephone line goes underground and the
Telephone line goes underground and the
Telephone line goes underground and it
No it never makes a sound

And when I told her that I loved her
She did not say - will you be mine?
Perhaps cause I was in 617 and she was in 319
Perhaps she could not hear me clearly
My voice was slurred from too much wine
Perhaps she could clearly hear me
My voice was slurred from too much crying

But when I tell you that I love you
Digitize me, send me down the line
No more un-spokens, no more mistrusts coiled serpentine-like
Ashes to ashes they are blown away
Like dust to dust they are blown away
Like ashes from your cigarette, they are blown away
Smoke in your mouth is blown away

Telephone line goes underground and it
Carries those sound from my town to your town
And soothes your worried head so you can sleep soundly
Telephone line goes underground