(Tim Mensy/Liz Hengber) Once again its calling to her Its a sound she knows Through the night its getting louder It must know shes home Its trying to wear her down As she sits softly crying Feeling weak but being strong She lets that telephone ring She used to run each time he called She'd always give in His voice would melt her And wash away his sins She'd forgive him But tonight she's keeping That hand from reaching She'll let that telephone ring From a phone booth he just listens Why don't she pick up He's been trying now for hours Still he won't hang up He's feeling desparate now As the rain starts falling He can't face it that its over He lets that telephone ring She used to run each time he called She'd always give in His voice would melt her And wash away his sins She'd forgive him But tonight she's keeping That hand from reaching She'll let that telephone ring She turns the light off Lays her head down Lets that telephone ring