Well, tonight when you lay lonely in your king-size bed With a hunger inside you can't feed Well, I'll be the empty place there lying next to you And when your phone don't ring, it'll be me It'll be me not calling you, crying like I used to do Crawling on my hands and knees It'll be me not on the phone, begging let me come back home And when your phone don't ring, it'll be me Well, tonight I'll be the car not in your driveway And you'll wonder where on earth I could be It'll be my footsteps you don't hear in the hallway And when your phone don't ring, it'll be me It'll be me not calling you, crying like I used to do Crawling on my hands and knees It'll be me not on the phone, begging let me come back home And when your phone don't ring, it'll be me Oh, it'll be me not calling you, crying like I used to do Crawling on my hands and knees It'll be me not on the phone, begging let me come back home And when your phone don't ring, it'll be me Yes, when your phone don't ring, it'll be me *