lyrics by Jay Leo Phillips and Mike Shepherd

Maximilian dropped the telegram from his hands
And gave a glance
To the clerk who quickly picked it up with shaky hands
And put it in the stack

Just dots and dashes transmitted across the sea
Oh Maximillian, can you tell me what it means?
What could it have said?
How could it really have read?

Walking slowly to the station
The backs of his hands, they dripped with beads of sweat.
Can't avoid this conversation
He thought to himself
He felt his knees get weak