It was a lazy Sunday, A quite depressing one
There along the highway, The burning sun at dawn
Some kinda ghost-town, No people on the street
Though then in a sudden, I heard a certain beat
So from this worn-out bar
That had just appeared to me
I heard a fine guitar 
Like it was calling me

When I finally got in there, And had a look around
A crowd of desperate lost souls, And shaggy creeps I found
The guitar-man played on and-We shared a beer or two
Then I got off of my barstool Cos I was really thru with it
So I was just about to leave
At once she stood next to me
like a fairy from the sands
Her eyes were calling me
Were ca-a-a-alling me
Were ca-a-a-alling me

So if I’m really sad
Which is not strange to me
This little fling we’ve had
Keeps just recalling me
Reca-a-a-alling
She’s ca-a-allin
me
me