Tracking Sounds Alone

I looked you up
In the telephone book
I took my phone
Off the hook
I looked you up
In the circuit of fools
I took my phone
Off the hook
When I’m along beside you
I wish you rang
And I wish I sang
I wish you rang
And I wish I sang
I got through to you
I treat you like a fool
I’ll think it’s good
You think I’m too
I drew us a bath
Washed you at last
You’re just lucky you
I just feel you
They found me today
It’s you I blame
I try to hang up
I think you should know
I got through to you
I treat you like a fool
I’ll think it’s good
You think I’m too
Call you for afraid
To tell you I’m afraid
And I wish you rang
And I wish I sang
Write you everyday
To tell you on the day
I wait till I was south of you
Call you on the fly
To tell you I’m afraid
I can’t wait to hear you say
I’m half a day away
Half a day away
Half a day away…