Telephone

Why the hell is it still raining?

It's the middle of July

Think it'd feel a little more like summertime

I got on a plane to London

Gonna flash straight through the night

Man I barely had a chance to say goodbye

Now my heart is walking shifts in double time

I wish I had a telephone, I'd call you every night

To tell you that you haven't left my mind

Now every day when I get home I'm picturing you right here

Without you, babe, I'm never satisfied

So hold onto me and never leave my sight

Not this time

We could move out of the city

Maybe somewhere with a view

A thousand miles from Holy Woodendisle

Take me down to Mississippi

I'd go anywhere with you

Yeah you know I couldn't leave you if I tried

So hold on and I'll sing you a lullaby

But if I had a telephone I'd call you every night

To tell you that you haven't left my mind

Now every day when I get home I'm picturing you right here

Without you, babe, I'm never satisfied

So hold onto me, I'll take you for a ride

One more time

Without you babe then who the hell am I?

So hold onto me, don't ever leave my sight

Not this time