We don't talk about you often, but you're long from forgottenBeen forever since we've seen your faceBut there ain't nothing against you, it's just easier to live through this lifeThinking you're one to call away, only one to call awayAnd ever since the day you parted, you left us all so brokenheartedMemories of you running through our mindsWell, I found your old contact in a phone book a good while backAnd I just wanna call her less sometimesAnd hope she'll be on the other lineIf I could make our love to heavenI'd be the phone of my lifeAnd you're 24-7, not a single day less that you turn the ringAnd put me on speaker, hear the angels singtu, aaa, Intel or when you say you'll bury meAnd you only have me, so arrange if this is fateYou stand by my crowd, you leave in a diaphone, hoping to receiving a ring from me to you up aboveAnd though the phone goes straight to voicemailCan't help from thinking it won't failThat maybe one day you'll pick upAnd you'd share a few words from aboveIf I could make all that to heavenI'd be phonein' you 24-7I'd sing the dead best that you can arrangeYou could tell me all about the good Lord while I'm hereWishin' I could do more than to talk to youOnly in my dreamsAt least they're livin' in as far as it seemsIf I could make all that to heavenI'd be phonein' you 24-7I'd sing the dead best that you can arrangeHey, put me on speakerI'd be phonein' you 24-7I'd hear them angels sing