So maybe tomorrow I'll find my way home...
I pick up the phone,
I'm dialing 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 colors are gone
And lately you’ve been painting my world blue...
I'm dialing 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 colors are gone
And lately you’ve been painting my world blue...