11 O'clock Phone Calls

You asked me what it is I believe in
Well the answers never seem to come so easy
Is life so random that we accidentally met five years ago
Or is life so rational

Take this rusted streetcar home again
It's getting late 11:00 on the phone
This is how our conversations end
And I don't know why but you somehow feel like home
I'm going to get back home

Our paths are taking you and me so far away
They call it fate but I could never celebrate
I try to apply a little understanding
You know it hurts like hell when you have gone away

You asked me
I'll tell you that
I'm putting all my trust in you
I believe in fate
I think I have to
And I hope to God
That I end up with you
And the light outside my window shines
For me and you
The stars they shine for me and you
Cause I believe in you and me