Chris De Burgh

Theres a man on the line, he is wasting my time,
He calls me everyday, hes got nothing to say,
And at the dead of night when I turn out the light,
The telephone rings, its him again;
I wouldnt mind if he told me,
Just what the hell is going on,
He like a man in a fever,
I know that something is wrong,
Hes whispering your name!
Theres a man on the line and he is wasting my time,
He calls me everyday, and he wont go away,
Is he part of a plan, is he a government man,
Well one thing is true, hes after you;
He must be totally crazy,
He must be out of his mind,
To be in love with a lady,
Ah when that lady is mine,
Hes whispering your name, whispering your name,
Tell me, tell me,
How many men have seen this heaven,
How many down in flames,