What do the lonely do on Sundays?
  What do they do
  or does nobody care?
  Do they make it through to Mondays
  
  Or with a heart filled with pain do they just disappear?
  I tried so hard to play it real cool
  girl
  
  When you said I was out of your heart.
  I tried so hard to keep my true feelings inside - but you made me cry.
  Tears on the telephone - it's tears.
  Tears on the telephone - you made me cry - tears on the telephone.
  How could you just out of the blue say
  
  You and I are through - you found someone new.
  How could you
  when you know that this heart of mine canr live without you
  What do the lonely do on Mondays?
  What do they do? Now I know that it's true
  
  'Cos I tried all night on Sunday to get back to you.
  But you're not taking no calls.
  I told you that I didng care
  when you said
  We were through
  you've found someone new.
  I heard myself saying
  girl
  I can live without you
  but you made me cry.
  Tears on the telephone - it's tears.
  Tears on the telephone - you made me cry.
  Tears on the telephone - tears - you made me cry - tears
  
  What do the lonely do on Sundays?
  What do they do for the rest of the week?
  'Cos the pain is never ending
  
  And there just ain't no way I can take anymore.
  I tried so hard to play it real cool
  girl
  
  When you said I was out of your heart.
  I tried so hard to keep my cool feelings inside
  but you made me cry
  Tears on the telephone - it's tears. . . .