As i stepped outside, i could see the light
in the phone booth was gone and so was she
cross the road, i had to know her fate
only a note remained, 'if they call, it's too late."
at Queen and Gladstone she stood
there waiting by the phone
Alone, maybe wishing she too
could just call home...
(excerpt from the ending of a song about this very spot - written almost 2 years ago.)