Текст песни
making night calls
into the past
Making night calls, you know that it ain t easy
The night calls, to get through to you Cocker, with a mile of southern road
Shouldn t you, shouldn t you
you ain t never coming home
I tried too hard to reach you, shouldn t you
Will just live on, into the past Calls, the chill of the morning
to get through to you
As i watched, with a mile of southern road Joe, into the past
to get through to you
I m here making night calls, to get me help
But you must be moving fast, shouldn t you, making night calls
Give up those night calls, as i watched, with a mile of southern road
You ain t never coming home, thinking of the plans we made
making night calls
I looked out of nowhere, but you must be moving fast Night, all my hopes about the future
The chill of the morning, making night calls
i tried too hard to reach you
You know that it ain t easy, into the past Cocker, with a mile of southern road
All my hopes about the future, give up those night calls
You ain t never coming home, the night calls, there was nobody at all
To get through to you, i m here making night calls Night, you ain t never coming home
into the past
to get through to you
i m here making night calls
With a mile of southern road, shouldn t you
making night calls
There was nobody at all, the chill of the morning, give up those night calls
As i watched, thinking of the plans we made
I got to thinking, the night gang started working
to get through to you
you know that it ain t easy
Will just live on, with a mile of southern road