when a telephone rings in an empty room
does it make a sound
when i get back from the east coast
will you still be around
well that's hard to say
doesn't look that way
pigeons on the sidewalk
can't stay out of my way
night clerk at the hotel
won't give me the time of day
i can understand
he's a busy man
coming off a bad day
i want to turn and run away
quick as i can
and i see your shining eyes
in the middle of the night
between the highway lines
and the runway lights
silence on the line
something's not right
must have drifted too far
from the sight of your shining eyes
i shouldn't sit here longing
for the time we never spent
with the pockets of my suitcase
full of cards i never sent
i can't fix the past
and the world's spinning much too fast
slowly falling into line
sometimes i think i know my mind
but that don't last
it might have made no difference
had i never left at all
but i'm standing at the pay phone
and they're sweeping out the hall
and i guess you'll never answer
but there's not much i could say
you might not want to hear my name
i miss your company just the same
everyday