You have a way with words never seem to care and it's hard to believe in something that's not there, or there And when I wake it's the middle of the day and my phone is ringing When I'm at home, in a world of my own, I stop And when I wake it's the middle of the day and my phone is ringing When I'm at home, in a world of my own Beneath the land of snow under the azure sky across the Bering Strait asking himself why, oh why And when I wake it's the middle of the day and my phone is ringing When I'm at home in a world of my own I stop And when I wake it's the middle of the day and my phone is ringing When I'm at home in a world of my own