Some people, their love is so great, it spans the countrysideSome people, their love is so pure, it never diesSome people's love is so new, they just can't keep it insideSome people get married and their friends and ex-lovers all cryBut we don't have that, so I put on my coat and my hatAnd I tell you I'm sorryYou say that's all I know, but I'm sorryIt's okay, no one's to blameYou're a sweet little girl on an airplaneAnd I know you'll come homeOr you'll tell me some * on the phoneOn the phoneOn the phoneOn the phoneOn the phoneOn the phoneNow my roommate, he bought a coffee pressAnd that nearly drove me to tearsSee, it's the first thing she'd touchIn the mornings of those private school yearsThe brains, though built for thinkingAre very good at worries and fearBut I'm just a volunteerBut you don't know thatSo I put on my coat and my hatAnd I tell you I'm sorryYou say that's okayWhen no one wants to blameYou're a sweet little boy on an airplaneAnd I know you'll come homeYou'll come homeOr you'll tell me some * on the phoneOn the phoneOn the phoneOn the phoneOn the phoneOn the phoneLord lift me up over all gentleman curvesOn the phoneAnd we'll never know if it's right or it's wrongOn the phoneLord lift me up over all gentleman curvesOn the phoneAnd we'll never know if it's right or it's wrongOn the phoneOn the phoneAnd we'll never know if it's right or it's wrongLord lift me up over all gentlemen curvesCause we never know if it's right or it's wrongYeah, alright, come homeYeah, alright, come home