Sorry to call you in the middle of the night
  but my thoughts have kept me thinking about some things in my life
  I got your number from a friend who told me
  that it'd be all right to call you if I ever need
  Someone to show me things in a different light
  and let me choose what's wrong and what's right
    Please pick up the phone
  I need to talk, I know you're at home
  If you're screening your calls
  I know you're busy and I won't keep you long
    If you know everything that happens to me
  Why do I have to ask you for things that I need
  what about people who don't even call
  'cause they don't have the number, do you help them at all?
  will you show me things in a different light
  and let me choose what's wrong and what's right
    Well, I've moved away and I'm out on my own
  Do you ever get lonely living alone?
  Can we just talk about it
  won't you pick up the phone
    Every night I sit and stare
  at the wall in front of my face imagining you're there
  talking back to me so that everyone can see
  that I'm not so crazy after all