A quarter for a payphone-call to Houston

I see that writing on the wall

She's down and out again



Momma, will you still be her friend?

Momma, would you take her back again?



She's got no one to talk to

When she comes home at night

She's got no one to talk to

She keeps it all inside

She's got no one to talk to

She lays down in size

It's no lonely life



Well you'd be proud if you'd just come to see her

Lately I'm the only who even lends a hand

Momma, I will do the best I can

Momma, I don't think you understand



She's got no one to talk to

When she comes home at night

She's got no one to talk to

She keeps it all inside

She's got no one to talk to

She lays down in size

It's no lonely life

It's no lonely life



Tearing out the pages in my phonebook

I see the writing on the wall

I won't need this again

Momma, is there a message you can send?

Momma, you can't turn your back again



She's got no one to talk to

When she comes home at night

She's got no one to talk to

She keeps it all inside

She's got no one to talk to

She lays down in size

It's no lonely life