I'm a constellation trying to make out with you. My eyes write a book on you that you will never read. I try to concentrate But it's just so hard with you around And so I stand in line and wait for you to show. Twenty-five thousand words to make you see that I still care But you never seem to have the time to hear me out. I'm sleeping by the phone. I'm waiting for you to come home. I try to translate my feelings. Can't you tell?