Night Calls (Barry J. Eastmond)

Текст песни Everette Harp - Night Calls (Barry J. Eastmond)

The night gang started working
With a mile of southern road
As I watched I got to thinking
You ain't never coming homeI looked out of nowhere
There was nobody at all
To get me help
To get through to you
I'm here making night callsNight calls
Making night calls
Night calls
Making night callsI tried too hard to reach you
But you must be moving fast
All my hopes about the future
Will just live on, into the pastYou know that it ain't easy
And the twilight starts to fade
Sitting here in the chill of the morning
Thinking of the plans we madeOh, night calls
Making night calls
Let it ring the night calls
Making night calls
Oh, night calls
Give up those night calls
[Incomprehensible] okay