And the phone doesn’t even get picked up anyway. Any day. Even if it did, what would I say to her? And the phone call doesn’t even begin to explain and I say… ”What good is this shit anyway?”
I see you, you see me, but of course there has always just been three. And I don’t know what to do or where to go. I see you, you see me, and we know how this is supposed to be… where else can this go?
And the dates and the times are always late, but what can any of us say? You make an entrance and you show off a bit, and then you show off your wit. And we continue on with our evening as we talk, about everything that doens't matter at all...
Chorus
(I wish you’d pick up the phone, its been so long since ive seen you…) Can’t you pick up he phone? Can’t you pick up the phone?
Chorus X2 Pick up the phone
The Tourist Lyrics
I had a roomate who had this insanely annoying phone. The day before he lost it, I turned a mic on and recorded it for this song. Everytime he heard me working on the song he bitched about how he lost his phone.