Ronnie Martin - I Recall the Telephone Booth lyrics

you left on a train on the morning of october "won't you bu*ton up your coat?" I said "it's cold out here" who was I to think there could ever be a future you a**ured me once it was all I could bear, as I waited on the corner the telephone booth, I recall you wrote of tragedies on a letter stained with your tears "I will never be the same" I said "to me, you will" in the evening I remained still unsettled on the corner would your voice return to me at the end of this wire? or will we always be this lonely?