I've been thinkin' way too much Oh yeah, all I do is think about you All night, all I do is think about you I've been thinkin' way too much, much, much, much Now I'm longing for your touch, touch, touch, touch You won't pick up the phone, phone, phone,

I won't pick up the phone And you can tell me that you're sorry But I don't believe you baby You don't have to call anymore This is the last straw Don't wanna hurt anymore Like I did before You're not sorry, no no All this time I was wasting

When you answer the door, pick up the phone You won't find me 'cause I'm not coming home To find yourself alone And does it make you sad And does it make you mad To find that I have grown To see the strength that I have shown I'll bet it hurts so bad

She's out there rolling down some old interstate Probably cranking up some new freedom song Wide open, wide open, won't pick up the phone While I'm dying here tonight Staring goodbye in the face Saying I love you too late Wide open, wide open, couldn't

Let's just blame it on love, blame it on love (blame it on love) Say that we won't be more than just friends I know that you're home, so pick up the phone 'Cause I wanna be where you are So let's just blame it on love When the rules fall apart Let's just

When you're falling down Uh, oh oh, oh The world's not spinning 'round No, it's not all about You know I'll be around When you're falling down, falling down It won't be long my darling Pick up the phone, nobody's on it