I pick up the phone
I'm dialing your number
While I pray you're at home,
At home and alone
'Cause I can't function on my own
And I'll never stop believing

The reaping is done
You are the one
The radio is on but the sound is off gone
And I wanna walk out in the sun
But lately that's been very hard to do

 [bad word] 
I've got a thing about you
And I don't really know what to do
'Cause I've got a thing about you
Hey you

I pick up the phone
I'm dialing that number and
My heart like a stone
Waits for the tone
Oh I can't make it on my own
And I'll never stop believing

I know what is right and this is so wrong

Alone in my bed, better off on my own
The TV is on but the colors are gone

And lately you've been painting my world blue

 [bad word] 

I've got a thing about you
Hoping this story cuts through