Midnight Caller Songtext
von Tim Hardin

Beneath the midnight caller
She thinks of paper green
You never hear them calling her name
They just know where they′ve been
You never hear them holler
The tears no longer come
She reads her daily book of the panic
That shows up everyone

Grey is that snow in her hair
Can't be, but she don′t seem to care
She locks the door and there's no one there


She sees a daytime stroller
Walk from the night before
And though she paints the smile on her face
He won't be back no more
She got no saint to follow
She′s got no place to go
Too proud to ask an old friend for help
Too proud to let him know

Grey is that snow in her hair
Can′t be, but she don't seem to care
She locks the door and there′s no one there

Nobody
Nobody