Nothing

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.