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