Where Did All the Phone Booths Go?
From Menagerie - Words & Music by Hope Levy
Where did all the phone booths go
They were just here only yesterday
And yesterday’s now 10 years gone
Time flies by when you’re having fun
How did I forget to bid goodbye to my confident
My old friend
And what I wouldn’t give to see a phone booth
On the streets of L.A. again
Many a night did I wind up in that phone booth
All alone
Tears rolling down my face
As I connected to someone back home
My own private world, where I could run away to
Close the glass doors and then
And what I wouldn’t give to see a phone booth
On the streets of L.A. again
It’s like the crackly sounds of an old LP
It’s the familiar that I miss
Or the gentle touch of a first romance,
That sweet, soft kiss
I’m a nostalgic kind of woman,
I like classic buildings,
Thrift shops and slightly older men
And what I wouldn’t give to see a phone booth
On the streets of L.A. again
Cause the phone booth was home to everyone
The rich, the poor or those escaping the rain
We were all equals in a phonebooth
No one had any shame
Now the kids today will never know the joys of
finding money
In a coin slot as we did then
And what I wouldn’t give to see a phonebooth
On the streets of L.A. again
Yea what I wouldn’t give to see a phonebooth
On the streets of LA again