Waiting By The Phone

by Lisa   Apr 14, 2008


The sun came out
The wind blows,
When you'll call again
who knows,
The evening is fresh
The sky, a wonderful hue,
When I need you the most
I never hear from you,
The night is still
The moon is full grown,
I must be a fool
Because I'm still waiting by the phone

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