You have a way with words Never seem to care And it's hard to believe In something that's not there, or there And when I wake It's the middle of the day and my phone is ringing When I'm at home, in a world of my own, I stop And when I wake It's the middle of the day and my phone is ringing When I'm at home, in a world of my own Beneath the land of snow Under the edge of sky Across the Bering Strait Asking himself why, oh why And when I wake It's the middle of the day and my phone is ringing When I'm at home in a world of my own I stop And when I wake It's the middle of the day and my phone is ringing When I'm at home in a world of my own