Somewhere near
somewhere far
somewhere down a street
past the local bar
a shot & beer homey kind of place
I go inside and tell my story
to a glass of foam
a poet
and a heart of gold
Kathleen
Why don't you call my name?
Kathleen
call my name
No one hears me tell the truth
I've lost the track of time
the blush of youth
A world that time forgot
Skittle bowls
A social swirl
Bowl of chili
onion rings
the check on time
and a Rolling Rock
Kathleen
why don't you call my name?
Kathleen
call my name
Self pity is a terrible thing to waste
I've dropped out of line
past my prime
slave to a way of life
I'm just the sort of fella to tell a story to
Waiting at a bus stop
bangin on a desktop
I long to see you
Kathleen
why don't you call my name?
Kathleen
call my name
Something near
something far
something down a street
past the local bar
a shot & beer homey kind of thing
I go inside and show my face
It's someone I barely know
a poet
and a heart of gold
Kathleen
call me
