You living your life in a room with no view
You thinking of me all the time and you doCalling 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 handsYou carry the weight of the world in your shoes
You thinking of me after all afternoonLooking at me with those all searching eyes
But you're looking for something, when you know
There's nothing you know that you're not in my plan
It's out of your handsI 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 faceYou living your life in a room with no view
You trying to talk about me and youCalling 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 handsYou're not my man
It's not in my plans
You're not my man