What Am I Doing Wrong? Paroles

Ghost on the highway
Bird with metal wings

What am I doing wrong
What am I doing wrong
What am I doing wrong
What am I doing tell me
You don't telephone
You don't telephone
You don't telephone
You don't telephone me

Stand in the doorway
There in yellow light
Down in the doorway
Bathed in morning light
Saw you before me
Thought maybe it might
Down in the doorway
Under yellow light You never spoke a word
But it's understood