When the red wooden floor
Meets the white cold wall
And the wheel in the ceiling hears my call
The bottle on the broken brown table
Listen to the stories of a broken mans fable

And I call and I call
But nobody answers
And I call and I call
But nobody hears

Staring down the ashtray
Looking for answers
Through the ash of yesterday
The candle and it's fire stirs
Emotions of a soul that I can't remember
It's lost and it's late november

And I call and I call
But nobody answers
And I call and I call
But nobody hears

Everbody's calling and it dissappears
Drowned in the voices and the tears
Hidden from plain sight, but oh so real

And I call and I call
But nobody answers
And I call and I call
But nobody hears