Teardrops on My Telephone

oh how i wait for him to call
oh how i wait for him to care at all
he knows his spell of love is placed upon my mind
and as i sit alone my heart beats out of time
why should i share with him the one thing that i know
and now theres teardrops on my telephone
on my telephone
why should i wait for him to try
why should i wait for him to make me cry
he knows his spell of love is placed upon my mind
and as i sit alone my heart beats out of time
why should i share with him the one thing that i know
and now theres teardrops on my telephone
on my telephone
hello? johnny, is that you?
no man its brian grays
oh well,
i cant really talk right now
im waiting for someone else to call...
and just as he once said
the sock turns wet
the sun turns red
i look into my heart and see
an image still remains of he
and i dont care what people say
my minds made up im here to stay
i know the reason and i know its right
i see him in my dreams and cry
but know it seems ive found the reason why
and now his photograph still hangs upon my wall
and now i see the light and i dont cry at all
then all my confidence and reason disappear
and now theres teardrops on my telephone
on my telephone
on my telephone
on my telephone