Staring out the window trying to see the stars
Waiting for your phone call wondering where you are
I can't see the twilight underneath all this dust
So here I am again shaking off the rust
Phone hasn't rang for 15 days
My paranoid mind makes me think everyone went away
It would probably show up on my home page if a big flash flood came and took you away
Or if riding at speeds of 203 trains collide no body left alive
Maybe you hitch a ride with the wrong guy
All these thoughts running through my mind
But I'm sure that I'll find that your perfectly fine
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