Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up
Iâve been calling you for days
The man on the line said that you werenât around
Tell me, where are you now?
Still, what is there left to say?
Too tired to shout, to lonely to go away
But I want to know your ok
That youâre living your life
And not lost in the heart of the shot gun city.
Steer clear of the lights
And look at the moon
And when you look at the sky
Iâm looking at the same sky
As you.
Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up
Oh Iâm a little bit worried now
Iâve called several times and after it rings
I get the message machine
Still, what is there left to say?
Too tired to shout, to lonely to go away
But I want to know your ok
That youâre living your life
And not lost in the heart of the shot gun city.
Steer clear of the lights
And look at the moon
And when you look at the sky
Iâm looking at the same sky
As you.