Telephone

Why the hell is it still raining?
It's the middle of July
Think it'd feel a little more like summertime
I got on a plane to London
Gonna flash Street through the night
Man I barely had a chance to say goodbye
Now my heart is walking shifts in double time

I wish I had a telephone I'd call you every night
To tell you that you haven't left my mind
Now every day when I get home I'm picturing you're right here
Without you babe I'm never satisfied
So hold on to me and never leave my sight
Not this time

We could move out of the city
Maybe somewhere with a view
A thousand miles from Holy Woodendisle
Take me out to Mississippi
I'd go anywhere with you
Yeah you know I couldn't leave you if I tried
So hold on and I'll sing you a lullaby

But if I had a telephone I'd call you every night
To tell you that you haven't left my mind
Now every day when I get home I'm picturing you're right here
Without you babe I'm never satisfied
So hold on to me I'll take you for a ride
One more time

Without you babe
Then who the hell am I
So hold on to me and never leave my sight
Not this time