I called, but there was no one home. Left a message after the tone.
I waited for what seemed like hours then called again to your empty house,
repeated the message and called again. No one answered. Where was my friend?
I tried to eat, I tried to sleep and from the phone there was no peep.
They sit with me, but don’t understand; it’s not enough to hold my hand.
It’s not enough without you here. It’s not enough to shed a tear.
Tears are cheap and I have none for without you my life is done.
I’ve become an insomniac just waiting for you to come back.
It’s not your fault – I know you can’t, no matter how many times I chant,
no matter how many times I lift the phone and leave the message after the tone.
I do it now just to hear your voice. I do it now because I have no choice.