People Call Who They Wanna Talk To - David Ramírez

I see the Atlantic

But you see a different moon

Don’t call me dramatic

People call who they wanna talk to

Don’t blame it on the distance

Don’t blame it on the blues

Don’t blame it on being English

People call who they wanna talk to

Give me a dirty look

Scream 'til you’re blue in the face

Throw punches and tell me you hate me

I’ll handle it all with grace

But there’s one thing I know

To be true

That you can’t deny

People call who they wanna talk to

Silence paints a thousand words

Your picture only paints a few

I’m tired of knocking at your door

You would call if you wanted to

Give me a dirty look

Scream 'til you’re blue in the face

Throw punches and tell me you hate me

I’ll handle it all with grace

But there’s one thing I know

To be true

That you can’t deny

People call who they wanna talk to

People call

People write

Near or far

People try

Ooh, it’d be easy I know

If I lived on the road

People call who they wanna talk to

People call who they wanna talk to