Phone Booth In Heaven

Oh where are we going?
Oh where have we been?
Our hush-a-bye angel, she's safe and tucked in
I drive around town, while you sit and watch the rain
There's what you think with your heart and what I feel with my brain
For those who plant nothing but the seeds of the falling
There is a phone booth in heaven that no one is calling
It sits on a highway that leads nowhere
I'll drop you a line next time I find myself there
Remembering them days, how we wore our weakness well
There's some say that heaven can't exist without hell
Well if the proof's in the pudding
And that axiom's true
Somehow the heart of the matter escaped me and you
For those who plant nothing but the seeds of the falling
There is a phone booth in heaven that no one is calling
Though the ghosts of redemption might whisper odd promises
I for one don't put much faith in them specters
Now the blueprint for sorrow is just to put off the hurt
'til the price of tomorrow becomes more than love's worth
'Til what's begged and what's stole is just the hollow remains
Of some beautiful failure that we cling to in vain
For those who plant nothing but the seeds of the falling
There is a phone booth in heaven that no one is calling
The truest word heard there is the word that's unspoken
'cause you can't mend what the Good Lord designed to be broken
Oh where are we going?
My darling oh where?
Our sweetheart's in dreamland, please let her stay there
We are two separate people, with two separate ways
Until we come to our senses, it's our sweetheart that pays