Home
I call you on the telephone
Tell you that I'm finding ways
To occupy my brain
I'm sane but you're not here

They're not trying to get you
But all I've got is some direction
Stemming from the truth
I moved but you're everywhere

I, I, I...
I, I, I...

Man
He thinks about woman
But never when the time is right
He barely makes the call
He falls and we cannot catch him

Woman
Out there on her own dime
And none of them are ready
To be swept up in this wave
The gaze of not knowing

I, I, I...
I, I, I...

I'm fine
I'm fine
I'm fine
I'm fine
I'm fine
I'm fine
I'm fine
I'm fine
I, I, I...
I, I, I...