"Hello, honey, I hope I didn't wake you up,
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but I had to hear your voice
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I'm standing in another phone booth,
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somewhere on the moon
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I'm alright, I guess, except for all the stuff I miss
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the things we used to do
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I never knew I could be this blue
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It's so quiet here
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like the stars are sayin',
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"shh, be quiet"
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So, how are the kids?
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Did I miss his birthday again?
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aw, no...could you tell him I'm sorry,
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sometimes my mind gets blurry
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and I lose all sense of time
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Time moves slowly
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like the curve of the earth
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Aw, honey, I wish I really could
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reach out and touch you...but that's not real
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like the moon is blue...like this lonely view
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from a sad phone...out here on the moon
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And it feels like one long lonely night
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you know what I mean,
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that's why I called"
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Phone Call From The Moon
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| Adrian Belew |
