Текст песни Calling Home

Spoken Phoenix, Arizona Albuquerque, New Mexico The Navajo The American Indians The first inhabitants of Americana I miss my baby, I miss my wife I miss my home and the quiet, quiet life All the things we love seem so far away But here temptation stares me in the face Go back to the room turn Johnny Carson on It's early morning there but I think I'm gonna phone Home Calling home Calling home I left my country, but now I'm torn I miss the place where I was born Grew tired of lying politics New spin doctors same old tricks Now I'm restless born to roam Destination still unknown Home Calling home Calling home Every time I hear that lonesome train roll down the track Going away to unknown destinations (Spoken) Now, I was in New Orleans by the Mississippi river It seems that all the music that inspired me started here Then drifted up the big river to become rock 'n' roll There was a voice starting to emerge in the songs That came from within me, pushing me somewhere But I missed home The calls back home And time and place didn't seem to matter anymore And is the shadow on the sidewalk Someone like you It's time you made your getaway