Empty House (The Color Fred)

I pace the floors this empty house Compare its content to myself The phone keeps ringing I know they could never help Sometimes its worse to have the time Then never have it for yourself I wish I knew you half as much as I can tell And why does the road I walk not comfort me? And why does the road I walk not comfort me? We cut the conversation short Before it starts all that again Maybe we ought to get it over with We're scared that we could end it We count on nothing we don't fear Its sad to think that theres no guarantee at all No guarantee at all And why does the road I walk not comfort me? And why does the road I walk not comfort me? And why does the road I walk not comfort me? And why does the road I walk not comfort me?? (not comfort me) We pace the floors this empty house Compare its content to ourself But I know its just the way it needs to be We cut that conversation short Before it starts all that again, again, again We pace the floors this empty house Compare its content to ourself The phone keeps ringing I know, I know, I know, I know