Tile By Tile

At night I pace the floors Tile by tile, step by step 'Til I reach a wall No use in forging on I try wholeheartedly But still end up on your lawn 'Cause I'm still waiting on my invitation I shouldn't have ever gone in the truck The whole ride writing in your condensation I shouldn't have ever been calling it love At night I take the calls from telemarketers In hopes of hearing your drawl I let them blather on Without a thought I surrender my credit card 'Cause I'm still combing through missed connections I shouldn't have ever followed you up I'm out here, swimming in the wrong direction I shouldn't have ever been calling it love (I'm still grieving) Am I still giving off the wrong impression? I shouldn't have ever dialed you up And I'm still lifting all your old expressions I shouldn't have ever been calling it love I'm still waiting I'm still waiting I'm still waiting I'm still waiting