Oh It's cold and lonely here in this telephone booth
There's three sides to every story, baby
There's yours and there's mine and the cold, hard truth
I think there's somethin' missin' 'round here I don't know where it's gone
And it's a long way back home
The heat don't work, the toaster don't work, the car don't work
I guess I know why
This house don't work and this dream don't work no more
Lover neither do you and I
I fall asleep with colors flyin'
Over sand and foam
But it's a long way back home
BRIDGE:
I know your heart is breaking
Maybe my heart's breaking, too