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