it’s just you, at the window pane, if you breathe just right you can write your name
just a couple of lines, in a liars game
and nobody’s listening anyway
it’s just you, at the marketplace, with your basket full up of empty space
and nothing to buy, but time to waste
and nobody’s listening anyway
you do all your talking, in a one way telephone
just a lonely voice that craves the sound of its echo
you’re the dial tone
it’s just you, making all those plans, what you gonna do, who you do it with
and the roads all end up circling
and nobody’s listening anyway
it’s just you, waking up at night, with a dream so real, you were sure you died
you were falling, fighting, man you were flying
and nobody’s listening anyway
you do all your talking, in a one way telephone
just a lonely voice that craves the sound of its echo
you’re the dial tone
it’s just you, at the window pane, if you breathe just right you can breathe again
just a couple of days, in a year of rain
and nobody’s listening anyway