Everybody says you're a lot like me
But I don't know if I feel the same way
You're not a jailer, but I'm not free
I still hang on every word that you say

I don't know what's you and what is me
We're points along a line, but I don't see a boundary
We are all punched out from the same old cast
And we are all vessels, and we contain the past

So I stick around for the spring you see
But then summer comes, I go free-ranging
You can still be you, I can try to be me
Is it me or just the world that's changing?

My money's on you, I have no doubt
Of all the things we worship, we are the most devout
When we kneel at the altar of ourselves
But today I would give my ragged self away

When you gonna call me?
When you gonna want me?
I'm waiting like a coiled spring
For the telephone to ring
Far away, you call me

I've got a song to sing
I've got words I can borrow
It really doesn't matter if it's raining tomorrow
I've got a song to sing
I've got pain, I've got sorrow
It really doesn't matter what I say, do you follow?

I've got a song to sing
I've got words I can borrow
It really doesn't matter if it's raining tomorrow
(Really doesn't matter, really doesn't matter, no)
I've got a song to sing
I've got pain, I've got sorrow
It really doesn't matter what I say, do you follow?

When you gonna call me?
When you gonna want me?
I'm waiting like a coiled spring
For the telephone to ring
When you gonna call me?
When you gonna want me?
I'm waiting like a coiled spring
For the telephone to ring