At night I pace the floors Tile by tile, step by step ´Til I reach a wall No use in forging on I try wholeheartedly
But still end up on your lawn
´Cause I´m still waiting on my invitation I shouldn´t have ever gone in the truck The whole ride writing in your condensation I shouldn´t have ever been calling it love
At night I take the calls from telemarketers In hopes of hearing your drawl I let them blather on Without a thought I surrender my credit card
´Cause I´m still combing through missed connections I shouldn´t have ever followed you up I´m out here, swimming in the wrong direction I shouldn´t have ever been calling it love
(Am I still giving off-) Am I still giving off the wrong impression I shouldn´t have ever dialed you up And I´m still lifting all your old expressions I shouldn´t have ever been calling it love I´m still waiting (I´m still waiting)