From the recording Five
Lyrics
I’m sorry I haven’t written you,
I’ve been busy moving
I took a room in China town,
Above the Lazy Susan
It’s got sheets of gray on a bed like hay
A closet where I can lay my shoes in
There’s a telephone just
Down the hall on the wall
I hear it ringing while I’m snoozing
And I dreamed it was you on telephone
Saying when are you coming home?
At night I don’t like to be alone
I go down too the Sailors Whore
She pours me a drink
While I sit and think
She lets me just fall down of the floor
There’s a man named Stan
With a hook for a hand
He helps me up to the bathroom door
There’s a telephone just
Down the hall on the wall
I hear it ringing but
I don’t know who it’s for
Well I’ll bet it was you on the telephone Saying when are you coming home?
Maybe it’s the lack of sleep
Or these sleeping pills I take
My feet are just two cinder blocks
That I’m dragging lick a rake
Maybe it’s you that’s calling me
Well I wish that it were true
But I think closer to the truth
It’s just me that’s missing you
Me that’s missing you