nothing I will ever say will look like truth to you   because standing in your eyes I will never be quite good,   enough to meet your standards, always alone I'll stand   against this empty phone booth that's ringing in my head.     i have waited for so long for you to place this call just to tell me this was worth it   here's a quarter for your time.   i am yearning for the day when I will make a stand and be strong   but all these little years I've wasted the phone has never rung.     standing on your pedestal you toss a look at me   barely worth your recognition I think I finally see   that anything's too much to ask, always alone I'll stand   against this empty phone book that was ringing in your hand     ch.     walking down this yellow road,   I wonder if that ringing phone   is still hanging by the wire   since the day I cut the line.     ch.