The telephone ain't ringing Whose praises will you be singing When you're standing on the outside And the work goes on without you? You've suddenly lost your function Your eyes so filled with deceit The scene must be dead for sure When you're standing on the outside And the world goes on without you Where did the good times go? Why can't they be like days of old? You had some pretty big ideas And I'm sure you still do And the world goes on without you A circle unbroken without you You insist on blaming everyone else Did you ever think to blame yourself?