Did you never call? I waited for your call
These rivers of suggestion are driving me away
The trees will bend, the cities wash away
The city on the river is a girl without a dream

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry

Eastern to Mountain, third party call, the lines are down
The wise man built his words upon the rocks
But I'm not bound to follow suit
The trees will bend, the cities wash away
The city in the mountains is a boy without a dream

I'm sorry, I'm sorry

Did you never call? I waited for your call
These rivers of suggestion are driving me away
The ocean sang, the conversation's dimmed
Go build yourself another home, this choice wasn't mine

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry

"We're R.E.M.
We're here from Georgia
Which is in the southernmost part of the United States
We're not proud of our president, we're sorry
Uhm, I meant that
The more astute of you may have noticed
That there's a truck parked outside
This is being taped tonight for one of your bigger, uhm, radio things
But, outside of that, uhm, the heel came off off my boot
And I was wondering if anybody has a size nine and a half shoe that I could borrow (nine)
Does anybody mind if I wear beige shoes instead of black?"

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Michael Stipe, Mike Mills, Peter Buck, William Berry