Nhạc sĩ: John Benson Brooks, Laney, Young
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
He left her on the coldest night of the year Said he had to see his freedom againHe said now after all we've been through here It won't look the way it did back thenBut he made up his mind, tonight was the night There was nothing left to sayDidn't even try to tell her goodbye He just turned and walked awayHe leaves, she waits and he changes his mind He needs her now but it's too lateHe didn't call in time and there's no one left at all To hear that lonely soundThere's a telephone ringing in an empty houseShe held on too long, hope was gone They'd never be together againThen she packed it all up, put the telephone Into the night she wentHe's hanging out on the edge of town And he tries her number one more timeAnd in a cold phone book, he hears the truth And stands there wondering whyHe leaves, she waits and he changes his mind He needs her now but it's too lateHe didn't call in time and there's no one left at all To hear that lonely soundThere's a telephone ringing in an empty houseHe leaves, she waits and he changes his mind He needs her now but it's too lateHe didn't call in time and there's no one left at all To hear that lonely soundThere's a telephone ringing in an empty houseHe needs her now but it's too late There's a telephone ringing in an empty houseBut it's too late There's a telephone ringing in an empty houseBut it's too late There's a telephone ringing in an empty houseBut it's too late