I pick up the phone, I'm dialing your number while I pray you're at home, at home and alone 'cause I can't function on my own And I'll never stop believing The reapwork is done. You are the one The radio is on but sound is all gone And I wanna walk out in the sun But lately that's been very hard to do I've got a thing about you And I don't really know what you do 'cause I've got a thing about you, hey you I pick up the phone, I'm dailing that number And my heart like a stone waits for the tone. Oh, I can't make it on my own, And I'll never stop believing. I know what is right and this is so wrong Alone in my bed, better off on my own The TV is on, but the colours are gone And lately you