television stare

well you know i can't talk

it's just about a quarter to three

and you know,  i'm lost

so move along there's nothing to see

and it's a television stare

a thousand miles of machine message there

and i am on your side whatever's on you're mind

at the other end of the line

and i wish you were here

cause you're voice sounds so clear

at the other end of the line

and you know it's my fault

it wasn't how it was to be

and you know, i hit the wall

it was just about a quarter to three

holding on kept on the line

telephones keep ringing

on and on and on and on