Growing up I see what they don’t
I see what they won’t
I see what is shown
Look closer and see what I call home
Pick up the phone
Hear the dial tone
Push the 7 digits plus the area code
Ring, ring, ring, and my time I devote
Her voice flows smooth like a fisherman’s boat
And again, I see what they don’t
I see what they won’t
I see what is shown
Look closer and see what I call home
She talks like she sings
Her voice so sharp that it stings
My heart full of pain
And thoughts fill my brain
My heart needs to be tamed
And my brain rearranged
She has other thoughts,
Thoughts that make me feel strange
Says she wants what I want,
But can’t have it with me.
I don’t understand this pointless ideology.
But yet again I see what they don’t
I see what they won’t
I see what is shown
Look closer and see what I call home
A tear drops down my eye, as I hang up the phone.