Ring

Finished on the telephone

Didn′t think I'd last this long

Worried my future′s untold

Coming up, it's coming on

Ah

It's coming on

Pretty pictures in my mind

Close the old Venetian blinds

If they come around again

Don′t let Paulie let them in

Ah

Never let ′em in (Yeah)

Nothing is forever, it's a matter of time

Problems seem to multiply

Naturally, it′s better when there's no reason why

The reasons stand, the questions liquify

Finally we′re back on track

Trace your finger down her back

If you're down and can′t come up

Fill her old forgotten cup

Ah

Fill it up

So slowly

Are you feeling lonely

Slowly shrink away

Stop