April 8th

Crawl across towards your window
 I'm calling softly from the street
 Always a lonely widow
 Half-awake and sleeping on my feet
 I'm of age, but have no children
 No quarter phone booth calls to home
 Just late night television
 Inside my bedroom, all alone
 There is no use in waiting
 Offer up your steps so I can climb
 Show me all your figure paintings
 Etched in the middle of the night
 Let me stretch upon your carpet
 Let me hear the rain tap on your street
 Knowing I am safe on the inside
 Blankets wrapped and drifting off to sleep
 Hmm-mm, mm
 Ooh-ooh-ooh
 Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
 Ooh-ooh-ooh