A "hooky" pop song with some interesting delayed guitar work which embellishes a big overall sound.
the beatles
crowded house
del amitri
gerry rafferty
colin kennaugh
stealers wheel
Story behind the song
A song about stubbornness within a relationship, where all could be sorted out, if one or the other swallowed their pride and picked up the telephone.
Lyrics
When nothing's left, for each of us to say
When we feel it's best, to let it end this way
When the river's dry, and words are out of view
Not much to say, and nothing much to do
As I sit by the phone, I know you're home
Why won't you answer me?
Are you there all alone?
Answer the phone
Please won't you answer me?
Standing here, as people wander by
I can't go on, till I hear your reply
As I sit by the phone, I know you're home
Why won't you answer me?
Are you there all alone?
Answer the phone
Please won't you answer me?
I know we've said this a million times
But it's time that we realised
It's no good lying in a bed of sand
Waiting for water in this desert land
As I sit by the phone, I know you're home
Why won't you answer me?
Are you there all alone?
Answer the phone
Please won't you answer me?