Music : Mokita/Trenton Kelly Dabbs
If you're busy I can let you go
Nothing urgent I need to say
Cold summer here in Santa Fe
And talking to you always feels like home
Wish I could trouble you with my troubles
Set me straight with just a phrase
Too much pride made me hesitate
But now I'm staring at a phone
And talking to ya felt like
 
Heaven on the other line, to hear your voice again
Telling me that you're alright, I miss you now like I did then
Guess the days just pass us by~
And if you call you'd still sound like, heaven on the other line
 
You always laughed when I called you angel
But you still knew that was true
I know every horse is gonna run
But I miss you in this room
It's feeling winter even though it's summer
Not sure how long this could wait
This isn't wind, it ain't blowing over
Still got so much more to say~
Cuz talking to ya feels like
 
Heaven on the other line, to hear your voice again
Telling me that you're alright, I miss you now like I did then
Guess the days just pass us by~
And if you call you'd still sound like, heaven on the other line
 
Heaven on the other line, to hear your voice again
Telling me that you're alright, I miss you now like I did then
Guess the days just pass us by~
And if you call you'd still sound like, heaven on the other line