I used to see these Scandinavian looking ladies 

All the way down half a crowded block 

And I used to chase those yellow headed ladies 

But it was never you on my block 



I used to press my nose against the stone cold glass 

At Fireside's liquor store 

At the coin-op laundromat, on 15th and Montana 

At sweet Suzy Q's up around the corner 



The way you call to the woods 

Is how the woods call back to you 



I used to hear the front door slam 

I'd run right out into the street 

Doing that crazy dance 

Spinning left to right 

My head in my hands 

My momma left me alone tonight 

And she always said 

The way you call to the woods 

Is how the woods call back to you 



How am I gonna get my work done 

With you looking at me? 

I bring home the bacon 

Fry it up in a pan 

I wear that sweet perfume 

To find myself a better man 



The way you call to the woods 

Is how the woods call back to you