Man On The Wire

Oh, my love

Connection at the end of the telephone

I long to hear your voice

Breathing down the receiver

I'm just a man on the wire

Drooling over you

The smell of yesterday lingers

On the bed sheets of my hotel room

Oh, when I'm alone

Dancing with the dial tones

They take me piece by piece like stepping-stones

To another land where she roams

And in my dreams she's lying

With a fire in her eyes

I'm just a man on the wire

Looking in from the outside