I thought I knew you from somewhere
You must have been lost along the way
With a shoe full of sand and a head full of rain, you’re hustling through the noise
And though you’ve signed your name on the red dotted line - you ain’t seen nothing, boy

When you call, I don’t see
I don’t even hear the phone ring
My house is made of mirrors and they are hanging loose, they will fall right onto you
I’m making my way and I’m getting there soon, so tell me the truth

I’m on a tightrope, afraid to let it go with my motivation
And I’m boarding the plane with a ticket to nowhere soon

I saw you out yesterday
Somehow you were lost along the way
You’re in for a surprise if you’re thinking I might be willing to bend a bit
You’re making your choice and I’ve made my mind
And that’s the way it is

I don’t want to be caught dead with my shorts at the knees
You can be everything or you can be nothing
And you can learn a lesson or you can play with the flames along the way

When you call, I don’t see
I don’t even hear the phone ring