Over the Telephone Songtext
von Reid Jenkins

We ran out of things to talk about
I guess I′ve got nothing new to say
I'm just calling to hear your voice
I like to hear it say my name
Once a day

Thank God for Bluetooth headphones
I can do my dishes while you complain
I′m all ears for you, I know that you're frustrated I am too
But for now, we'll just have to make do

Over the telephone
Telephone

It′s the same old conversation now
But some things I still love hearing about
Like the cactus in the window facing south
And how it grows every day
How a little care goes a long way


Over the telephone
Telephone
Are we over the telephone?
Are we just kicking hard decisions down the road?

Every word
Every sigh
Every word, every sigh
Every midnight goodbye
All the dusty little details
All the murmurs of the mind
And although after a while they start
Folding and combining
Every word, every sigh
Keeps our story alive

Over the telephone
I′m not over the telephone
Because over the telephone
We're far, but not alone