I can't hide it, so good to be here. Lost in transit, out on a free year. There's no truth, eyeing me sideways. Just a telephone booth, on a highway. I ain't hiding, there's been no breakdown. Where I'm aiming, I see the sundown. One horizon, eyeing me sideways. Just a telephone booth, on a highway. Everything for miles, is high on the silence. Everything's my way. Where I'm calling, there's no religion. No-one falling, my absolution. Is all truth, eyeing me sideways. In a telephone booth, On a highway. I stand ready, for any new direction. That the sun may lead me down. Everything for miles, is high on the silence. Everything's my way. In a telephone booth, On a highway.