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 azure 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