I pick up the telephone
and dial the number
I run down the street
I don't mind the thunder
I can get no answer
Can't go back to my slumber
I turn the corner slip and fall
I hit the ground, head first, and wonder
Am I expected
or am I rejected
did I get the signals right
or do I stand here like a fool
Poke your face in a book
you're not responding
I stumble 'cross the zebra-stripes
wonder where I'm going
I message you with smoke and wires
the wind blows it all away
I head in your direction
following the sun and wonder
Am I expected
or am I rejected
did I get the signals right
or do I stand here like a fool
I see your face across the street
looking strong but tired
I see your face through the window
power's gone but you still shine
I'm running down the elevator
through the doors, above the floor
I'm jumping from white to white
as you illuminate the night
I am expected
I'm not rejected
I got the signals right
But I still stand here like a fool