13 June 2012
Late at night, about eleven Time for bed, oh what heaven Telephone began to glow A number that I didn't know Picked it up, a voice so meek Said listen John we need to speak But tired, ready for my slumber I told her you have the wrong number An eerie silence all around She hadn't put receiver down To end the call would be the choice But thru the silence came sad voice It's not for me, it's not my style But could you talk to me a while I'm feeling blue and lonely too I need a friend, I've chosen you
She told me all about this John What they had was done and gone Our conversation covered sadness Happy, gloomy, darkness, gladness The talk we had was deep and long All because she'd dialled wrong And finally at half past three That's when she said goodbye to me Think we made a good connection Thru early mornings recollection One thing though, the slightest shame I didn't get to know her name It may not be good, may not be right I may return her call tonight...
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