Room with No View

You living your life in a room with no view
You thinking of me all the time and you do
Calling and calling and hoping and praying
That I will pick up and then maybe with
Luck will go out but you dont understand
Its out of your hands
You carry the weight of the world in your shoes
You thinking of me after all afternoon
Looking at me with those all searching eyes but
Youre looking for something where you know
Theres nothing you know that youre not
In my plan its out of your hands
I dont want you, maybe youve noticed
Or maybe youre stupid and I dont like
It I want you out of my face
You living your life in a room with no view
You trying to talk about me and you
Calling and calling and hoping and praying
That I will pick up and then maybe with
Luck well go out but you dont understand
Its out of your hands
Youre not my man
Its not in my plan
Youre not my man