U.H.F - Curved Air

If you had called me up in time

I could have saved you all that crying

You would have known that I had gone

If you had phoned I would have known

That you preferred to be alone

There’s no need for you to explain

Your letters pour in just the same

I could have told you not to write

Not out of kindness or in spite, but as a friend

And now my friend, it’s all too late

I’m feeling bored with love and hate