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lyrics: J. Morse © 1986 The way he saw her grow From a child to a woman Makes him wonder how he missed The important side of it all It seems their days were numbered When the fun became a bore When the good times became a nightmare When he ignored her call But still a primal instinct Reaches out to grab the phone Cause he's got to have an eye on her He can't leave it alone The way she's seen him rise From a boy into a man Makes her wonder how she failed to see The changes coming through Things weren't the same as they were before The things they thought were great Became the things they never did She can't believe what happened to the two And still they sit and mesmerise Themselves with the mystery of it all And fail to hear the ringer sound When the other tries to call But still a primal instinct Reaches out to grab the phone Cause he's got to have an eye on her He can't leave it alone |