i see the atlantic but you see a different moon don t call me dramatic people call who they wanna talk to don t blame it on the distance don t blame it on the blues don t blame it on being english people call who they wanna talk to give me a dirty look scream til you re blue in the face throw punches and tell me you hate me i ll handle it all with grace but there s one thing i know to be true that you can t deny people call who they wanna talk to silence paints a thousand words your picture only paints a few i m tired of knocking at your door you would call if you wanted to give me a dirty look scream til you re blue in the face throw punches and tell me you hate me i ll handle it all with grace but there s one thing i know to be true that you can t deny people call who they wanna talk to people call people write near or far people try ooh it d be easy i know if i lived on the road  people call who they wanna talk to people call who they wanna talk to