If at all remotely possible don’t you think I’d trynIf not for fear of falling don’t you think I’d flyn13 000 miles across perilous land and seanBut instead I’ll sit right here and miss her terriblynnBut I know that you can help from what your career choice isnFor you are in the business of connecting peoples voicesnShould I tell you where all this is leading?nOperator… get me SwedennnI could express these feelings succinctly in a letternBut to do them justice to speak them would be betternnWhile a moon pushes me down to sleep a sun comes up and starts hernI hope this feeling stays preserved in me just like the WasanWho planted this Garden of Eden?nOperator… get me SwedennnUse any methods you require to get her on the wirennI know you understand me you’ve heard it all beforenBecause you are this earths’ long distance love ambassadornTo speak to her tonight I’ll take anythingnBy means of fiber optics or two tin cans on a stringnnI really must apologize for my compulsive behaviornOne left his heart in San Francisco mine’s in ScandinavianVia one who’s communicatively keyed-innOperator… get me Sweden