Phone Booth In Heaven

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, while you sit and watch the rain
 There's what you think with your heart and what I feel with my brain
 For those who plant nothing but the seeds of the falling
 There is a phone booth in heaven that no one is calling
 It sits on a highway that leads 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
 Somehow the heart of the matter escaped me and you
 For those who plant nothing but the seeds of the falling
 There is a phone booth in heaven that no one is calling
 Though the ghosts of redemption might whisper odd promises
 I for one don't put much faith in them specters
 Now the blueprint for sorrow is just to put off the hurt
 'til the price of tomorrow becomes more than love's worth
 'Til what's begged and what's stole is just the hollow remains
 Of some beautiful failure that we cling to in vain
 For those who plant nothing but the seeds of the falling
 There is a phone booth in heaven that no one is calling
 The truest word heard there is the word that's unspoken
 'cause you can't mend what the Good Lord designed to be broken
 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