Do you need the service?
  Do you need to call me daily?
  Do you have reasons for calling at all?
  
  Is something on your mind?
  Is something wrong? I get the feeling
  That you're laughing at my quiet surprise
  
  My silhouette is changing
  As i'm aging by your window
  And I focus on a light by your face
  
  Call me `the operator'
  Making comments "he's so technical"
  Or "I've absolutely nothing to do"
  
  Recycle all my photographs
  I'll leave a picture of the queen
  And no one has to know I was there
  
  Me, I'm so ashamed
  You're all connected to my number
  And the conversation's only polite
  
  I'll wear my old grey raincoat
  Just in case you're `confidential'
  Make up stories like "the screen fades away"
  
  Today it's in a taxi
  By the station, and it's raining
  And I wonder how they all made it before