I rang you this morning But l got the ansaphone So I walked around to your place I knocked but it appears you're not at home I tried to catch you at the supermarket Before you picked your kids up from school So I sat and waited It's sod so sad I need someone to talk to But it appears I'm talking to myself I wrote you a letter this afternoon Complete with spelling mistakes But I threw it in the bin I'm a pessimist and I don't believe in miracles I saw myself as al pacino Freeing myself from these chains But if I see a hand I need to touch it It's sad so sad I need someone to talk to But it appears I'm talking to myself