Wait for Your Call

Well I’ve a mind to up and book it out
And still I wait for, and I wait for your call
Now I’ve set so long by the phone
Yea I fear that it won’t come at all
I am deathly afraid of the postman
No letters, you better let her go
Any word on the wire could stir my desire, no
It’s best if you don’t
And still I wait for your call
My doors lock from the inside
And yet I know why the caged bird sings
When there’s no place called home
There’s no place to go
There’s no need for wings
Why would I want to live my life
In love with just a memory
How can I pray any more than I do for you
On my tender knees, please
Remember waking in the morning time
Your silky skin was a sin
You’re too fine
Well the fan blew the sheets off
I can still hear her sweet talk
Come now, turn around
Why would I want to live my life
In love with just a memory
How can I pray any more than I do for you
On my tender knees
One hundred men could not end me then
No one can stop me now
With all they slew they forgot my roots
They’ll never chop me down
Still I wait for, and I wait for your call