Floyd calls me on the phone And I usually don't mind if he won't leave me alone But today has been a busy day if there is such a thing anyway My cats look bored They're hunting down flies on the kitchen floor The neighborhood isn't my favourite place any more Maybe if I cut my hair I can fall into a new undiscovered despair I haven't got anything clean today to wear One plus one - my cats look bored Two plus two - the kitchen floor Three plus three - my favourite place Four plus four - not any more I've been gone for two months I'm out of touch, out of time, out of everyone Now I know that a weekend in Manila is not much fun Now I'm back at home But I can't remember when I last felt so alone Misery calls every minute on the telephone One plus one - been gone two months Two plus two - I'm out of touch Three plus three - my VJ's gone Four plus four - not very fun I may be home But if you'd please leave your message at the sound of the tone Excuse me for my fear of the telephone My house, my tomb I can't even write a song about sitting in my room There's no room to sit, I just wait in apprehensive gloom One plus one - I may be home Two plus two - the sound, the tone Three plus three - excuse my fear Four plus four - the telephone One plus one - I may be home Two plus two - the sound, the tone Three plus three - excuse my fear Four plus four, four, four One plus one - I may be home Two plus two - the sound, the tone Three plus three - excuse my fear Four plus four - the telephone