Phone Calls

Through word of mouth, I heard of a job down south,
and I had just been fired.
So I thought I'd try, and they phone to reply,
that I had just be hired.
But what do you know, my girlfriend couldn't go,
she had a job already.
But she promise to write, and call every night,
as we were going steady.

And she gave me a call, my little baby doll,
said, "Hi, how are you doing dear?"
"Having a hell of a time, doing just fine,
but I wish that you were here."
"So do I, not a word of a lie,
and I'm really missing you John."
"And you know it's the truth, when I tell you Ruth,
that I've loved you all along."

She said she wanted me home, she didn't like it alone,
and of course I knew why.
We had to agree, to hang up on three,
so it was one, two and good-bye.
The phone went down, and I had to frown,
as I missed her oh so much.
Yes I truly did miss, her and her kiss,
and also her tender touch.

She called back again, to announce the end,
and nearly did I cry.
Puzzled and confused, until she repeated the news,
and then I asked her why?
She couldn't take being apart, as it was breaking her heart,
and the strength she just couldn't find.
I begged and plead, but with all that I said,
I still coudn't change her mind.

So she hung up the phone, and I heard dial tone,
and man I felt so down.
I couldn't handle the pain, so I caught the next train,
heading out of town.
I was in a race, to get to her place,
as I hurried as fast as I could.
Through her door I ran, found her and a man,
and naked they both stood.

It really caught me off guard, I took it real hard,
but I never said a word.
I just walked out the door, and my footsteps on the floor,
was the only sound they heard.
And for the next week, to no one would I speak,
I wouldn't even answer the phone.
For I had lost all pride, so I stayed inside,
as I wished to be alone.

Then came the day, as my life wasted away,
when my will power just gave.
It took me awhile, as I started to dial,
for I wasn't feeling to brave.
Then came her voice, and I had a choice,
to hang up or to go on.
So I said, "You know it's the truth, when I tell you Ruth,
that I loved you all along."

Then as I heard her cry, a tear came from my eye,
and slowly ran down my cheek.
No harsh words of violence, nothing only silence,
as neither of us would speak.
And then as she cries, she starts to apologize,
saying she's still my baby doll.
I wanted to believe her, as I listened through the receiver,
but it ended with that phone call.