Of everyone I've ever known,
Save it for another day, cause
I would like a place I can call my own
Have a conversation on my telephone
Wake up everyday, that would be a start
I would not complain by my wounded heart
You used to be a stranger
I wouldn't even trust you
I've not that much to give
We're dealing in the limits, and
You may think that I'm out of hand
That I'm naive, I'll understand
On this occasion, it's not true
I would like a place I can call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up everyday, that would be a start
I would not complain with my wounded heart
You were a complete stranger
I would like a place I can call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up everyday, that would be a start
I would not complain with my wounded heart
I guess that's what they all say
Just before they fall apart...