Telephone Booth - Ian Moss
I can't hide it
So good to be here
Lost in transit
Out on a free year
There's no truth
Eyeing me sideways
Just a telephone booth
On a highway
I ain't hiding
There's been no breakdown
Where I'm aiming
I see the sundown
One horizon
Eyeing me sideways
Just a telephone booth
On a highway
Everything for miles
Is high on the silence
Everything's my way
Where I'm calling
There's no religion
No one falling
My absolution
Is all truth
Eyeing me sideways
In a telephone booth
On a highway
I stand ready
For any new direction
That the sun may lead me down
Everything for miles
Is high on the silence
Everything's my way
In a telephone booth
On a highway
Telephone booth
In a telephone booth
On a highway
Telephone booth
In a telephone booth
On a highway
