(Tim Mensy/Liz Hengber)

Once again its calling to her

Its a sound she knows

Through the night its getting louder

It must know shes home

Its trying to wear her down

As she sits softly crying

Feeling weak but being strong

She lets that telephone ring

She used to run each time he called

She'd always give in

His voice would melt her

And wash away his sins

She'd forgive him

But tonight she's keeping

That hand from reaching

She'll let that telephone ring

From a phone booth he just listens

Why don't she pick up

He's been trying now for hours

Still he won't hang up

He's feeling desparate now

As the rain starts falling

He can't face it that its over

He lets that telephone ring

She used to run each time he called

She'd always give in

His voice would melt her

And wash away his sins

She'd forgive him

But tonight she's keeping

That hand from reaching

She'll let that telephone ring

She turns the light off

Lays her head down

Lets that telephone ring