You living your life in a room with no view
You thinking of me all the time and you do

Calling and calling and hoping and praying
That I will pick up and then maybe with
Luck will go out but you don t understand
It s out of your hands

You carry the weight of the world in your shoes
You thinking of me after all afternoon

Looking at me with those all searching eyes but
You re looking for something where you know
There s nothing you know that you re not
In my plan it s out of your hands

I don t want you, maybe you ve noticed
Or maybe you re stupid and I don t like
It I want you out of my face

You living your life in a room with no view
You trying to talk about me and you

Calling and calling and hoping and praying
That I will pick up and then maybe with
Luck we ll go out but you don t understand
It s out of your hands

You re not my man
It s not in my plan
You re not my man