Lletres: Iggy Pop. Avenue B. Long Distance.

Alone with the phone again
The deepening light seeps in my mind
I'm desperate to hear a voice
Can this really be my choice?

I'm fifty and I'm tricky and I'm sick of being alone
You're twenty-five and pretty but you're old enough to know
That actions form a pattern and the heart's the last to know
And I'm waitin' for another friend

Callin' long distance again

My mind is an antique room
There's overstuffed chairs and carpets too
Where nobody ever comes
It's a good place to run away from

And I'm runnin' from a love with every step I take
And if I can fall for you then from the last one I am saved
And it's a cold gray wet December, shitty shitty day
And I'm waitin' for another friend

Calling long distance again

You're dark and your French voice is lovely
And you're bright eyes light the receiver across the miles
I'm listening close and I'm hoping
To learn love but I don't know how

Calling long distance again
Calling long distance again
I'm calling long distance again
Oh oh, oh oh
Calling long distance again