She's twisting the ring on her finger,
She's watching the clock on the wall.
She's hoping when it finally hits him he's wrong,
He'll come to his senses, and give her a call.

Across town he's in a hotel room,
He can't keep his eyes off the phone.
He's thinking that soon she'll break down and call,
To tell him she's sorry, and beg him back home.

There's a lonesome fool waiting on each end of the line,
There's a measure of blame on both sides;
Until each heart is willing, there's no hope at all,
'Cause love builds the bridges, but pride builds the walls.

The longer they wait on each other,
The harder it gets to give in.
They're too proud to see, they're just one call away,
From putting their love back together again.

There's a lonesome fool waiting on each end of the line,
There's a measure of blame on both sides;
Until each heart is willing, theress no hope at all,
'Cause love builds the bridges, but pride builds the walls.

Until each heart is willing, there's no hope at all,
'Cause love builds the bridges, but pride builds the walls.