We're About 9 - Telephone Booth lyrics

i'm on a blue stool twenty-second avenue telephone booth thirty-two B watching the strangers wrap their coats round tightly they're brushing and crushing the dead and drying leaves adjusting their scarves so they can still breath sometimes I forget about the number I've been trying not to call I stare at the city wondering how I made it through the fall and the cars drive by my window faster everyday poster girls flash poster smiles i don't know what to say i can't believe i lost my mind on a blue stool twenty-second avenue telephone booth thirty-two B i can't believe i lost my mind in a phone booth it's a dirty trick i play on myself imagining she might call just because i've waited patiently i have been making friends with these faces forty nights and forty days in one of theses places it's enough to make anyone, anyone anybody believe and the cars drive by my window faster everyday poster girls flash poster smiles i don't know what to say i can't believe i lost my mind on a blue stool twenty-second avenue telephone booth thirty-two B i can't believe i lost my mind on a blue stool twenty-second avenue telephone booth thirty-two B if you need me, you know where I will be I can't believe I lost my mind