I'm spending time just sitting at home,
'cos I've got nowhere else to go.
I'm too confused to think it through,
so I'll wait for an answer to show.
I need something to happen soon
so I know what's going on.
I don't know to be happy or sad,
or if anything's actually wrong.
I've got more to find....

I wish the phone would, phone would ring soon,
I need new thoughts, new thoughts, thoughts to think through,
I got more to find, I got more to find.

My mind invents the ends of stories,
innocent ideas.
Carefree thoughts that could have meanings,
twisted into fears.
At home - alone - in isolation,
waiting for a call.
My paranoia breeds in darkness.
Or perhaps nothing's wrong at all?
I've got more to find....

I wish the phone would, phone would ring soon,
I need new thoughts, new thoughts, thoughts to think through,
I got more to find, I got more....

But life's just too confusing, nothing's ever clear,
we just guess what's going on through what we see and hear,
problems never resolve, they later reappear.
People always argue, the reason's never clear.
Friendships shift and alter, girlfriends come and go,
We live life without reason, it's done before we know.
Another year could pass us by and still there'd be no change.
We'd still be who we are today, but just a different age.
There's probably some reason for everything we do,
but I'll just sit and wait and watch....
I'd be happy just with you.