From the recording Songs From The Holiday, Vol. 1

Lyrics

There’s a woman on the horn that’s missin’ me
Every time I go away it seems she bleeds
Scars on her legs that she can hide
But she don’t do so well with the pain in her eyes

Can’t touch her from the Holiday
‘Til we sail two hundred miles away
I can’t help but think that she might be movin’ on
Excuse me, I have to take this call
Excuse me, I have to take this call

And I can’t help but think that she might be movin’ on
Excuse me, I have to take this call
Excuse me, I have to take this call