What was it like
How was it then
To stand on a stage with just a mic and a name
And chat like you were with a friend
People just heard
And little they saw
But the words were enough yeah the words were enough to entertain them all
Oh how beautiful it was to me
How beautiful it was to me
How beautiful it was to me to listen to simplicity
I wonder how we used to be
When the telephone rang
How did it go
How did it die
To talk to a face in a neighbourhood place telling stories over coffee and pie
People said what they meant
It was heard on the spot
You either tell the truth or make a bad excuse
Or you would lie and get caught
Oh how beautiful it was to me
How beautiful it was to me
How beautiful it was to me to show your personality
I wonder how we used to be
Wen the telephone rang
Ba ba ba da da da da
Will it ever come back
Or is it already gone
To meet your friends on the street
And kick a ball with your feet
And make it home when the lights come on
Oh how beautiful it was to me
How beautiful it was to me
How beautiful it was to me to use your curiosity
I wonder how we used to be
When the telephone rang
Ba ba ba da da da da
When the telephone rang
