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