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

We'll 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, when 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 plans

You're not my man