Tim Buckley

Operator, number please, it's been so many years

She'll remember my old voice while I fight the tears

Hello, hello there is this Martha,

This is ol' Tom Frost

Now I'm calling long distance don't worry 'bout the cost

It's been twenty years or more now Martha please recall

And meet me out for coffe where we'll talk about it all

And...those were days of roses of poetry and prose

And Martha all I had was you and all you had was me

There was no tomorrow

We packed away our sorrows and saved 'em for a rainy day and

I remember quiet evenings trembling close to you

I feel so much older now, you're much older too

How's the husband, and how's the kids, you know I got married too

Lucky that you found someone who makes you feel secure

We were all so young and foolish, now we are mature

I was always so impulsive, guess that I still am

But all that really mattered then was that I was a man

Guess that our bein' together was never meant to be

But, Martha, Martha, I love you, can't you see and...