when I called your house, they made excuses   said you were out, it was useless   to try and track you down   I've gotten so much better now   I understand that I don't want to know   where you could be found   I went to your house   you had already gone out for the night   you know how I always have to be right      and you think that one day   I may call you back to the stage   well, maybe, but it won't be today      last time we spoke   you acted like it was a joke   that you kept between the bedsheets and me   well, between the sheets   we could tell the truth for weeks   but if you lied to them, you'd lie to me      and you think that one day   I may call you back to the stage   well, maybe, but it won't be today      I went to your house   that's the last time I'll call you out   until you learn to not lie every time you open your mouth   but until that day, I don't even want to hear your name   in casual conversation with your friends      and you think that one day   I may call you back to the stage   well, maybe, but it won't be the same   yeah, maybe, but don't wait up for me