Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up I’ve been calling you for days The man on the line said that you weren’t around Tell me, where are you now? Still, what is there left to say? Too tired to shout, to lonely to go away But I want to know your ok That you’re living your life And not lost in the heart of the shot gun city. Steer clear of the lights And look at the moon And when you look at the sky I’m looking at the same sky As you. Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up Oh I’m a little bit worried now I’ve called several times and after it rings I get the message machine Still, what is there left to say? Too tired to shout, to lonely to go away But I want to know your ok That you’re living your life And not lost in the heart of the shot gun city. Steer clear of the lights And look at the moon And when you look at the sky I’m looking at the same sky As you.