Becky Goodman - St. Mark's

Sunday morning let the dawn in
A bit too early for the crowd
It gets harder to lose yourself with nobody else around
A pretty penny in your pocket
Spending money on your mind
It gets harder to forgive yourself when you leave it all behind
But when your whiskey's running low
And your lover, she don't show
Why don't you call me, call me up on your line?
I've been waiting for your call a long, long time
Yeah, I've been waiting for your call most all my life
A couple stations till you make it
A little later than you planned
It's so much better when fate breaks out and takes you by the hand
It wasn't like this in the morning
But now there's something in the air
It gets harder to move when you're not going anywhere
But when your whiskey's running low
And your lover, she don't show
Why don't you call me, call me up on your line?
I've been waiting for your call a long, long time
Yeah, I've been waiting for your call most all my life
Oh I've been waiting, oh no
I've been waiting
I've been waiting for your call most all my life

Written by:
Rebecca Goodman

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