Wrong Number - The Neville Brothers, Aaron Neville

Every time the telephone rings I hold my breath

Hoping that it’s you, I’m scared to death

Phone went ring, my crippled heart cried

Let it be you, on the line

Then a voice say hello, can I speak to joe?

Wrong number, I’m sorry, good bye

Pity the fool who loves you so

If you found someone new, don’t let me know

The phone rang once again, my heart skipped a beat

Must be you, this is my belief

Then the voice on the other end say can I speak to ben?

Wrong number, I’m sorry, good bye

I live simply on the memory

Of your love that was once for me

Come back my darling please

And set my heart at ease

Then a voice say hello, darling you know I love you so

Hold on baby, 'til I tell these blues good bye

'til I tell these blues good bye