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 don't understand
  It's 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
  You're looking for something where you know
  There's nothing you know that you're not
  In my plan it's out of your hands
    I don't want you, maybe you've noticed
  Or maybe you're stupid and I don't 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 we'll go out but you don't understand
  It's out of your hands
    You're not my man
  It's not in my plan
  You're not my man