The Unkindest Artist

I fell down 
but no one even heard the fall 
I wait by the phone 
do you pay notice at all? 

 Somehow things will turn out 
they don't doubt at all 
They need to believe 
it's just a drought I'm turning out 

  and I'll take what they don't give at all 
but you keep me warm until 
something takes me in 

  Sunlight drums the wet ground 
from winter spring to fall 
and I wait by the phone 
Do you pay notice at all? 

  and some guy screams "it's over" 
but he don't have it all 
I need to believe 
sunlight can take hits on me   

and I'll take what they don't give at all 
but you keep me warm until 
something takes me 
and I make a wish on every star 
but somehow I'm turning 
into the unkindest artist 

  I've been waiting so long 
come on 

  So I'm around 'till somehow 
you return the call 
I'll wait by the phone 
Do you pay notice at all? 

  and sunlight feeds the wet ground 
but I am just a stone 
I need to believe 
sunlight can take hits on me 

  and I'll take what they don't give at all 
but you keep me warm until 
something takes me in 
and I'll make a wish on every star 
but somehow I'm turning 
into the unkindest artist 

  I've been waiting so long 
come on