Phone

Some people, their love is is so great
It spans the countryside
Some people, their love is so pure
it never dies

Some peoples' love is so new
They just can't keep it inside
Some people get married
And friends and ex lovers gon' cry

But we don't have that so I put on my coat
And my hat and I tell ya I'm sorry
You say that's okay and no one's to blame
You're a sweet little girl on an airplane
And I know you'll come home
Or you'll tell me some shit on the phone

On the phone
On the phone
On a phone
On a phone

Now my roommate he bought a coffee press
And that nearly drove me to tears
See, it's the first thing she touched
In the mornings of those private school years

The brains though built for thinkin'
Are very good at worries and fears
What would I know
I'm only a volunteer

But you don't know that so I put on my coat
And my hat and I tell you I'm sorry
You say that's okay, but no one's to blame
You're a sweet little boy on an airplane

And I know you'll come home
Or you'll tell me some shit on the phone
On the phone
On the phone
On a phone

Lord lift me up or all gentlemen cause
We will never know if
it's right or it's wrong
Lord lift me up or all gentlemen cause
We will never know if
it's right or it's wrong