كلمات Waiting for Your Call

You waited for me to fall solo As I lived my little life You told me I should take the high road As if the low was not your home I'm stuck in line to catch a plane while writing you Funny how all my luggage is more than two Pounds over safety regulations Did I pack too much? Did I say enough? Can you hear me now, while beggin' on your knees? I had to be there for me, I had to learn to be free But all you had to do was tell me that you weren't Waitin' for my call I grabbed my bag and hit the highway So far from what you control Signs speak of our new life by the bay And you're in here rent-free I'm stuck in time inside my mind while writing you Funny how every memory is an excuse Forming the mold of regulations Did I pack too much? Did I say enough? Can you hear me now, while beggin' on your knees? I had to be there for me, I had to learn to be free But all you had to do was tell me that you weren't Waitin' for my call I had to be there for me, I had to learn to be free But all you had to do was tell me that you weren't