The telephone's getting hazy The molecules are spreading apart It looks more white than black It's a ghost of a telephone Not ringing now I've got a lot of ghosts in the telephone It knows a lot of secret things Telephone knows my name It called me and I answered To stop the bell I maybe don't need the telephone It's making a ghost out of me So disintegrate you molecules Merge with all the space around I got the telephone blues When I get up in the morning I sure don't want to hear that thing I lose my sharp edges in the mellow tones Telephone blues is haunting me I want to go there And find the ghost without a phone