Kat Calvosa: Listen

• MP3 play whole song, hi-fi (broadband)

NYCSTP

Ten o’clock on a Monday
The day is almost over
Sun has set and long been gone
The week’s worst day is done

Plans are already made
For the next days counting hours
Two hearts beating in time
Waiting for the best part of this night

From a New York City Subway Transit Phone

Hearing the ringing
It sends shivers up my spine
Just knowing that the one
I love is on the line

You popped a quarter in
You get a minute more
It’s not enough for me
I want to see you at my door –
And not just hear you

On a New York City Subway Transit Phone

I just can’t understand what you’re trying to say
If you really care for me then why call me this way?

You know I’ll always be here – You know I want to see you
And if you know these things then…

Why does this keep happening
A little here a little there
Will this still be going on
When we get to this time next year

Don’t know if I can wait
I think my heart my break
If all you’re giving me
Is just too hard to take

From a New York City Subway Transit Phone

You say you’ve got to go
Your train is pulling in
Just a few seconds more
Does this really have to end

Will it ever be enough
For this heart that’s on the line
Waiting for the moment
When you say will you be mine

From a New York City Subway Transit Phone