When I Wake

You have a way with words
never seem to care
and it's hard to believe
in something that's not there, or there

And when I wake
it's the middle of the day and my phone is ringing

When I'm at home, in a world of my own, I stop

And when I wake
it's the middle of the day and my phone is ringing

When I'm at home, in a world of my own

Beneath the land of snow
under the edge of sky
across the Bering Strait
asking himself why, oh why

And when I wake
it's the middle of the day and my phone is ringing

When I'm at home in a world of my own I stop

And when I wake
it's the middle of the day and my phone is ringing

When I'm at home in a world of my own