3am and the phone is calling;
News of breakdown or a breakup story.
Another friend of mine unloading sorrow;
And I'm to say; just who's to blame.

Don't come to me with your situation;
Don't crawl to me with your complications.
My heart may be warm, but my head's on fire;
I got to leave you;  hangin' on the wire.

Expectin' good news? Well that's too bad;
'Cos your crazy heart games are drivin me mad.
Expectin' good news? Yes it's all in vain:
I'm not into your kind of, heart games.

So many people loving people that they don't know;
Emotions hidden under blankets so that they don't show.
But then, they wake up realizing,
They're all alone.  It's over;  move over.

And now you phone up and expect an answer.
It's hard to reach you with your lines entangled.
My heart is warm, but my head's on fire;
I got to leave you;  hangin' on the wire.

Expectin' good news?  Why don't you see;
You've got a a bad taste, for wrong company.
Expectin' good news, there's nothing to gain;
'Cos I'm not in tune with your, heart games. 

I hear your questions but the words are confusing;
You play those heart games and I see that you're losing.
The looking glass must show a true reflection;
I'm you're mirror. With no exception.

So if you don't mind can I call you later?
Time alone can show you love is a traitor.
My heart may be warm; but my head is on fire.
I got to leave you;  leave you;
Hangin' on the end of that wire.

Copyright ©1981 Donni-Jay De-Ville

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