I'm sick of the state we're innAnd every little thread is wearing thinnI've been livin' life in the slow lanenBut somethings got to changennWhat time is it where you arenYou're in bed, I'm at a barnRight now opposites subtractnAnd I don't know if I can bridge the gapnnThe phone bills, and missed calls, havengot us they've got usnnAt the mercy of a milenIn no place to make demandsnI'll make it worth your whilenBut right now it's out of my handsnIt's out of my handsnnOde to sleep pillows and sheetsnThe last place I'd expect us to meetnI'll be back before you knownSo don't worry if you're running lownThe phone bills, and missed calls, havengot us, they've got us hangingnn