"Crawl across towards your window

I'm calling softly from the street

always a lonely widow,

half-awake and sleeping on my feet.

I'm of age but have no children,

no quarter phone booth calls to home,

just late with television

inside my bedroom all alone.

Ooohhh ahh ohhh ohhh ohhh



There is no use in waiting

offer up your steps so I can climb,

show me all your figure paintings

etched in the middle of the night.

Let me stretch upon your carpet,

let me hear the rain tap on your street

knowing I am safe on the inside

blankets wrapped and drifting off to sleep."