A.j. Croce
Callin’ Home
Callin’ HomeAll Words & Music by A.J. Croce,(C) 1995 Croce Publishing adm.by Lefrak-Moelis Music, (ASCAP)Well in a call to home this morningThat was answered with a warningYou said that I had better be there soonWell I’ve been driving night and dayAnd suffice it just to sayI’ll be arriving by the setting of the moonWell I miss you all to deathAnd with every waking breathI’ll be thinking of you sitting next to meOn the weathered roads a turnin’Under tires that are burnin’You’re a sight that I just cannot wait to see(Chorus)Well I’m calling homeI want to reach my baby on the lineWell I’m calling homeI’m making sure that everything is fineThe food along the way has been mostly brown and grayAnd it seems to fit the landscape oh so wellIf I hadn’t heard your voice I’d be sure I’d made the choiceThis ain’t heaven this ain’t limboThis is hellIn the months we’ve been apart it has all but broke my heartAnd I cannot wait to see your pretty faceIn a couple hours more I’ll be knockin’ at the doorAnd I’ll greet you with a warm embrace
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