Overseas Call - Loudon Wainwright III

I’m in the old world

You’re in the new

Gonna pick up the phone

Try to get through

Seven hours and an ocean

Between me and you

Gonna make me an overseas call

A foreign language

In a distant place

A different time zone

With a slower pace

I remember your body

But I forgot your face

Got to make me an overseas call

A few days ago, I called you up

I’m afraid that I woke you up too

The connection was clear

But we didn’t connect

I hung up, feeling hung up and blue

This is expensive

I probably should write

But letters take so long

And postcards are just trite

And it’s dark over here

But back there there’s still light

Gonna make me an overseas call

I hope you’re at home

I don’t want your machine

I hope you’re awake

Not asleep and a’dream

And I hope that you love me

Whatever that means

A few days ago, I called you up

I’m afraid that I woke you up too

The connection was clear

But we didn’t connect

I hung up, feeling hung up and blue

The fish in the ocean

Will gather around

That telephone cable

They will fathom the sound

Of a lost human voice

Finally found

Gonna make me an overseas call