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
