Phone - Donovan Woods

Some people, they love you so great

It spans the countryside

And some people, they love you so pure

It nearly dies

Well, some people’s love is so new

They just can’t keep it inside

Some people get married and

Their friends and ex-lovers all cry

But we don’t have that

So I put on my coat and my hat

And I tell you «I'm sorry.»

You say «that's ok — no one’s to blame.»

You’re a sweet little girl

On an airplane

And I know

You’ll come home

Or you’ll tell me some shit on the phone

On the phone (phone)

On the phone (phone)

On the phone

Well my roommate, he bought a coffee press

And that nearly drove me to tears

See, it’s the first thing she’d touch

In the mornings of those private school years

Now brains, though built for thinking

Are very good at worries and fears

But what would I know?

I’m only a volunteer

But you don’t know that

So I put on my coat and my hat

And I tell you «I'm sorry.»

You say «that's ok — no one’s to blame

You’re a sweet little boy on an airplane.»

And I know you’ll come home

Or you’ll tell me some shit on the phone

On the phone (phone)

On the phone (phone)

On the phone (phone)

On the phone (phone)

Lord lift me up over all gentlemen

'Cause we will never know if it’s right or it’s wrong

And lord lift me up over all gentlemen

'Cause we will never know if it’s right or it’s wrong

Yeah, when I come home

Yeah, when I come home