(marc beeson/kin vassey/david mackechnie)
With lipstick on his collar and a trace of cheap perfume
He undresses in the darkness and eases into bed
With her face turned to the other wall she pretends to be asleep
But it doesnt really matter cause theres nothing to be said
He calls from work to tell her hes sorry about last night
If he uses all the right words shell forgive him once again
But the phone just keeps on ringin and knows somethings wrong
He feels his heart start pounding, and his head begins to spin
Chorus:
Phones are ringin all over town
North and south and east and west on main street up and down
Hes got friends of his callin friends of hers
But shes nowhere to be found
Phones are ringin all over town
He calls the hospital, her sisters house and the place that does her hair
God, if somethin ever happened hed surely lose his mind
And hes thinkin its just like shes disappeared into thin air
As american flight #204 departs right on time
Repeat chorus
Well he knows shed never leave him
Shes just got to be around
Phones are ringin
Phones are ringin
Phones are ringin all over town