Ian Moss - Telephone BoothLyrics

I can't hide it, So good to be here. Lost in transit, Out on a free year. There's no truth, Eying 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, Eying 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, Eying 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.