The sunrise in the morning comes before I’ve even gotten into bed And the light pours through my window but the rain is coming down inside my head And I’ve gotten pretty tired of all these beatings that I take And it never seems to let up when I'm dreaming or when I'm awake And I’ve never been small, but I feel a little tiny all the time I don't know who I could call in this town in the middle of the night If my car broke down or I was locked out of my house If I needed to hear someone say hello And I’ve done it to myself, I’ve made sure I will always be alone And I think that I can see you from my window, and I think I hear you call But I go and get my toolbox and my trowel and I build another wall Then I go back to my bed and I plug my ears without another look And I throw back all the people who have never asked to be let off the hook And I’ve never been small, but I feel a little tiny all the time I don't know who I could call in this town in the middle of the night If my car broke down or I was locked out of my house If I needed to hear someone say hello And I’ve done it to myself, I’ve made sure I will always be alone And all kidding aside, in a hundred different ways I'm the punchline once again I am all of the clichés And I’ve tried and I’ve tried to use the words you say To fix my broken mind, to try and be okay But still too often I find, all the ridicule replays In the quietest of times, in the sounds of all my days It’s the whistling of the old radiator in the living room And the sound of kitten paws across the floor It’s the humming of the traffic out my window, but no knocking at the door It’s the ticking of the clock that I'm sure is getting faster And the feeling that I’ve written this song before It’s the humming of the traffic out my window, but no knocking at the door