Lyrics

The time has come to say goodbye; I turn my cheek, I try not to cry There's nothing to say, there's no one to blame; I don't know when we shall meet again A house without you is not our role; It's a lonely place, a dark old place So I think of you by the telephone And I see your face, your warm embrace Paris, Frankfurt, Moscow, Bombay... So many nights, so far away New York, Tokyo, Geneva, and Rome... My heart would grow cold without the telephone Her: When I find I'm far from home...the telephone Him: The telephone Her: That keeps me from feeling alone...the telephone Him: The telephone Her: When I'm feeling sad and blue...the telephone Him: The telephone Her: That connects me straight to you...the telephone Him: The telephone Her: Hello? Him: Hello Her: 'So good to hear your voice again. I miss you... Him: I miss you too Her: You'll call again tomorrow? Him: Of Course Her: All right then...goodbye Him: Goodbye Restaurants and hotel rooms, it's never the same without you And the foreign faces and the foreign streets wouldn't be half bad with your arms around me The buses and the trains and the tickets and the travel and the parties and the people and the meetings and the babble They just don't mean a thing When the telephone rings, my heart sings Paris, Frankfurt, Moscow Bombay So many nights, so far away New York, Tokyo, Geneva, and Rome My heart would grow cold without the telephone Her: When I find I'm far from home...the telephone Him: The telephone Her: That keeps me from feeling alone...the telephone Him: The telephone Her: When I'm feeling sad and blue...the telephone Him: The telephone Her: That connects me straight to you...the telephone Him: The telephone