Call Me On Home
Call me on home now
I hear the voices
I feel the thunder
I touch the lightning
Floating o'r the desert
In a Marc Chagall painting
With my brand new shoes on
I don't need to polish
I see the lights twinkling
Touch the clouds without feeling
All sensation disappearing
But my thoughts seem so clear now
I must have reached my deadline
In these early morning hours
Drank my morning coffee
Laid my clothes out on the bed
Now where was I going
I seemed in such a hurry
The light is getting brighter
But really cannot see out
Of my own eyes are blinded
Yet light is streaming in them
That somewhat looks like me there
Lying on the asphalt
Call me on home now
I hear the voices
I feel the thunder
I touch the lightning
Floating o'r the desert
In a Marc Chagall painting
With my brand new shoes on
I don't need to polish
©2008 Gary Mackender, ASCAP
