Conversation isn't the point Near her home in a payphone Awaits a call A little drizzle 7.30 Hidden in chilly breath She'd lied to daddy about Gary Don't you find it tough? Don't you find the waiting tough? Even when occupied by love And all that kind of stuff
Conversation isn't the point All alone like a door I wonder what for I wonder what for The girl from verse one Does not exist Sure you can feel her a hands But she's just an idea Don't you find it tough?...
If you feel any pain well I'm to blame If you feel any pain...
Still She's been waiting for quite a while And the tragedy is that Gary's me And it's 7.40 Conversation is not the point...