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