Oh where are we going? Oh where have we been? Our hush-a-bye angel, she's safe and tucked in. I drive around town, whileyou sit and watch the rain. There's what you think with your heart and what I feel with my brain. For those who plantnothing but the seeds of the falling there is a phone booth in heaven that no one is calling. It sits on a highway thatleads nowhere. I'll drop you a line next time I find myself there. Remembering them days, how we wore our weakness well.There's some say that heaven can't exist without hell, well if the proof's in the pudding, and that axiom's true, somehowthe heart of the matter escaped me and you. For those who plant nothing but the seeds of the falling there is a phonebooth in heaven that no one is calling. Though the ghosts of redemption might whisper odd promises, I for one don't putmuch faith in them specters. Now the blueprint for sorrow is just to put off the hurt 'til the price of tomorrow becomesmore than love's worth. 'Til what's begged and what's stole is just the hollow remains of some beautiful failure that wecling to in vain. For those who plant nothing but the seeds of the falling there is a phone booth in heaven that no one iscalling. The truest word heard there is the word that's unspoken 'cause you can't mend what the Good Lord designed to bebroken. Oh where are we going? My darling oh where? Our sweetheart's in dreamland, please let her stay there. We are two
separate people, with two separate ways. Until we come to our senses, it's our sweetheart that pays.