Room With No View

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