I come home from work each day

walk thru the same old door.

Her memory is haunting me

like every day before.

I reach down and pet my dog

like I do every day.

Then I walk by the telephone

no messages today.

AT&T, please don't torture me.

Without her here by my side

this old house seems cold.

I look into the mirror

and watch me growing old.

I have my late night snack

watch the weather on t.v.

Then I walk by the telephone

no messages for me.

AT&T, please don't torture me.

I put myself to bed each night

still thinking of that girl

I go to sleep still hoping that

She'll walk into my world.

I surely must be dreaming

that ringing in my ear

I pick up the telephone.."HELLO?"

"Dad, this is Susie"

is the message that I hear

AT&T, you so good to me.

Copyright .... Ed McDonald

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