I don't have the hands to count
The times you've seen me cry
Lately I've been pacing floors
And talking to my wine
I'm sorry it's been so long
But it's two am, you still pick up the phone
Margaret, you don't know the half of it
I've been standing in one place for far too long
Margaret, you know that I'm full of it
You can hear the weather in my voice through the telephone
Oh, Margaret
Oh, Margaret
Years pass by and photographs
Grow dusty in your drawer
You might not live right down the street
Like you did before
I'm sorry it's been so long
But it's two am, you still pick up the phone
Margaret, you don't know the half of it
I've been standing in one place for far too long
Margaret, you know that I'm full of it
You can hear the weather in my voice through the telephone
Oh, Margaret
Oh, Margaret
Though we grow up
We don't grow apart
Memories make the miles feel less far
Margaret, you don't know the half of it
I've been standing in one place for far too long
Margaret, you know that I'm full of it
You can hear the weather in my voice through the telephone
Oh, Margaret
Oh, Margaret
Oh, Margaret
Oh, Margaret