All the phones have rung and rung They're off the hook, all but one And all the mail stacked up inside Up from the floor, a mile high And like one would, like a child I'm asking Like I could knock on your door Will you let me in? And dear God, I found out the same things we learn when we die I found out the truth is, its all a big lie I find that the words are hard to describe I tell You I'm lost here, awaiting reply Climbing trees and paper planes Life as a kid, were all the same Tears of joy, and sullen hearts Sticks and stones and broken arms And like one would, like a child I'm asking Like I could knock on your door Will you let me in? And dear God, I found out the same things we learn when we die I found out the truth is, its all a big lie I find that the words are hard to describe I tell you I'm lost here, awaiting reply I found out what's wrong, and its not You or I Or anyone else that you chose deny It seems like the madness of choice in the life Has made it all clear if we run or we hide And dear God, I found out the same things we learn when we die I found out the truth is, its all a big lie I find that the words are hard to describe I tell you I'm lost here, awaiting reply I found out what's wrong, and its not You or I Or anyone else that you chose deny It seems like the madness of choice in the life Has made it all clear if we run or we hide