SINGER: Ian Moss

SONG:Telephone Booth

I can't hide it,
so good to be here.
lost in transit,
out on a free year.
there's no truth,
eyeing me sideways.
Just a telephone booth,
on a highway.
I ain't hiding,
there's been no breakdown.
where i'm aiming,
i see the sundown.
one horizon,
eyeing me sideways.
Just a telephone booth,
on a highway.
Everything for miles,
is high on the silence.
everything's my way.
Where i'm calling,
there's no religion.
no-one falling,
my absolution.
is all truth,
eyeing me sideways.
In a telephone booth,
on a highway.
I stand ready,
for any new direction.
that the sun may lead me down.
everything for miles,
is high on the silence.
everything's my way.
In a telephone booth,
on a highway.