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 again
He said now after all we've been through here It won't look the way it did back then
But he made up his mind, tonight was the night There was nothing left to say
Didn't even try to tell her goodbye He just turned and walked away
He leaves, she waits and he changes his mind He needs her now but it's too late
He didn't call in time and there's no one left at all To hear that lonely sound
There's a telephone ringing in an empty house
She held on too long, hope was gone They'd never be together again
Then she packed it all up, put the telephone Into the night she went
He's hanging out on the edge of town And he tries her number one more time
And in a cold phone book, he hears the truth And stands there wondering why
He leaves, she waits and he changes his mind He needs her now but it's too late
He didn't call in time and there's no one left at all To hear that lonely sound
There's a telephone ringing in an empty house
He leaves, she waits and he changes his mind He needs her now but it's too late
He didn't call in time and there's no one left at all To hear that lonely sound
There's a telephone ringing in an empty house
He needs her now but it's too late There's a telephone ringing in an empty house
But it's too late There's a telephone ringing in an empty house
But it's too late There's a telephone ringing in an empty house
But it's too late