Tim Buckley
"Martha"

Operator, number please, it's been so many years
She'll remember my old voice while I fight the tears
Hello, hello there is this Martha,
This is ol' Tom Frost
Now I'm calling long distance don't worry 'bout the cost
It's been twenty years or more now Martha please recall
And meet me out for coffee where we'll talk about it all
And...those were days of roses of poetry and prose
And Martha all I had was you and all you had was me
There was no tomorrow
We packed away our sorrows and saved 'em for a rainy day and
I remember quiet evenings trembling close to you

I feel so much older now, you're much older too
How's the husband, and how's the kids, you know I got married too
Lucky that you found someone who makes you feel secure
We were all so young and foolish, now we are mature

I was always so impulsive, guess that I still am
But all that really mattered then was that I was a man
Guess that our bein' together was never meant to be
But, Martha, Martha, I love you, can't you see and...