On The Phone	Doug Folkins © 2003

Well I guess it’s over; my heart’s been torn
The days are shorter but the nights are as long
And you don’t want me; you say that it’s true
On the phone, on the phone

Chorus
This river is wide, I’ve given my all
And I have tasted your tears, I’ve cried and I’ve crawled 
And I’m not wanting to go on in this world without you
Without you, without you

Vivid memories fly by my eyes
Happy endings just mirrors and lies
And you don’t want me, you say that were through
On the phone, on the phone

Bridge
The silence leaves in spite of myself
My heart still bleeds inside of my chest
Your picture is gone from my empty shelf
I don’t expect to hear your voice again 
On the phone, on the phone