Calling you
A desert road from Vegas to nowhere
Someplace better than were you've been
A coffee machine that needs some fixin'
In a little cafe just around the bend
I am calling you
Can't you hear me?
I am calling you
A hot dry wind blows right through me
The baby's crying and I can't sleep
But we both know that a change is coming
Come on closer, sweet release
I am calling you
Can't you hear me?
I am calling you
Desert road from Vegas to nowhere...
Writer/s: Bob Telson / Bruce Gaitsch / Hank Williams / Richard Marx
