I called to tell you how much I love you,
You let it ring and never took the call;
I’m confused and saddened—I don’t have a clue.
I don’t know about you, but my love is true;
Your silence makes my wounded spirit fall.
I called to tell you how much I love you.
You used to answer every call I threw;
Now between us stands a cold, unyielding wall.
I didn’t know we’d drift apart—I don’t have a clue.
I long for you to hold me tight as glue,
To watch our fading love rise proud and tall.
I called to tell you how much I love you.
If need be, I would wait my turn in queue;
To kiss your lips and dance with you in the hall.
I still don’t know your heart—I don’t have a clue.
You said regret had filled your heart with rue;
Come live with me, though our small home be small.
I called to tell you how much I love you,
I don’t know why you changed—I don’t have a clue.
