written by Allen Toussaint / Naomi Neville
Recorded by Aaron Neville (appears on the 1967 album "Tell It Like It Is")

Every time the telephone rings I hold my breath
Hoping that it's you, I'm scared to death
Phone went ring, my crippled heart cried
Let it be you, on the line
Then a voice says "Hello, can I speak to Joe?"
"Wrong number, I am sorry, goodbye."

Pity the fool who loves you so
If you found someone new, don't let me know
The phone rang once again, my heart skipped a beat
Must be you, this is my belief
Then the voice on the other end says "Can I speak to Ben?"
"Wrong number, I am sorry, goodbye."

I live simply on the memory
Of your love that was once for me
Come back my darling please
And set my heart at ease
Then a voice says "Hello, darling you know I love you so"
Hold on baby, 'til I tell these blues good bye
'Til I tell these blues good bye