Home, is it not where happiness lies
Within four safe walls?
Silence, is it when everyone has gone
and there is nothing left to do
but wait for telephone calls?
Echoes of loved ones bounce inside
my head
Bringing me some sort of pleasure
just for a while
Voices of my sons from years ago
make me smile and I drift
My solitude stands out a mile
for all to see but no one to hear
Are they around me when I fall
or indeed when I shed a lonely tear.
Im at the end of a line
Let me hear your voice, listen to you
Im at the end of a line.