Igot your letter on Saturday morning,
Theone where you told me, “this is so long”.
Itried to call you to say I still love you.
I’dtell you if only you’d answer the phone.
Threedays of highways are standing between us
AndI know it’s hard being there all alone.
I’drush right to you in a blind New York minute.
I’dbe there if only you’d answer the phone.
I would come running like a hundred yard dash,
Jumpon a plane and be there in a flash.
IfI could just hear you say, “Babe, come on home.”
I’dbe there if only you’d answer the phone.
Ijust hung up for the forty-fifth time.
Ican’t wait around anymore.
Straightto the airport, no more wasted time.
I’llsoon be at your front door.
Youhave to tell me why your mind has changed.
Whatcan I do to atone?
Itcould have been easier to speak to your heart
Ifonly you’d answered the phone.