Freight train's in the distance, hear that whistle blow See it slipping like a serpent beneath the sunset glow Further out the clouds are building up a storm Throwing bolts of lightning, they say it's gonåna pour And someone's calling someone, I can hear the neighbor's ring But no one's calling me
I turn up all the lamps like a lighthouse on the bay And tip an empty bottle to another lonely day Off the porch in the clover beyond the throw of light Fireflies are blinking the coming of the night Like a thousand tiny torches on a broken down marquee No one's calling me
That train knows where it's going If you make it back around I'll be sitting in the porch light On the lonely side of town
Closer now, the clouds, it's really gonna It's rumbling with thunder like the coming of the Lord And someone's calling someone, can almost hear the choir sing But no one's calling me, no one's calling meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
