Ben Folds explained what he was visualizing when he wrote this song.
"What I visualized when saying the words "Kylie is calling from Connecticut" was an older woman who'd stuck her marriage out through thick and thin, 1950's style. Dedication and perseverance. She has always suspected her husband had affairs but she's also always said that she just didn't want to know. This is the way an older generation dealt and Its a viable way to deal. But one day, probably in her mid 60's she finds a slip of paper on her husband's desk, written by his secretary that says "Kylie called from Ct. She says you've got the number". So her husband is out of town for the weekend and as she's in bed alone, as she often is, her imagination gets the best of her. But she begins to realize that her imagination and her suspicions that are eating her up are because in truth she hasn't been in love with her husband for so long that she's not sure she can recall a time when she was. In fact, as the song says, her heart belongs to a man she had an affair with years ago, who she would have spent her life with but for the fact that she had young children. And so as she looks through the closet, her memories, things she's never told anyone, she turns out the lights and goes to sleep. Of course that means she dies in first semester of english lit. I won't write a sequel of her husband and Kylie in his convertible rolling in Los Vegas."
Ben Folds explained what he was visualizing when he wrote this song.
"What I visualized when saying the words "Kylie is calling from Connecticut" was an older woman who'd stuck her marriage out through thick and thin, 1950's style. Dedication and perseverance. She has always suspected her husband had affairs but she's also always said that she just didn't want to know. This is the way an older generation dealt and Its a viable way to deal. But one day, probably in her mid 60's she finds a slip of paper on her husband's desk, written by his secretary that says "Kylie called from Ct. She says you've got the number". So her husband is out of town for the weekend and as she's in bed alone, as she often is, her imagination gets the best of her. But she begins to realize that her imagination and her suspicions that are eating her up are because in truth she hasn't been in love with her husband for so long that she's not sure she can recall a time when she was. In fact, as the song says, her heart belongs to a man she had an affair with years ago, who she would have spent her life with but for the fact that she had young children. And so as she looks through the closet, her memories, things she's never told anyone, she turns out the lights and goes to sleep. Of course that means she dies in first semester of english lit. I won't write a sequel of her husband and Kylie in his convertible rolling in Los Vegas."