I Like Your Photographs

I live with the old swing and trumpets
And fly through my country and play it
And those who have calling, they run it
And everyone needs a light, a place in the sun
I like your photographs, I need one
You act like a stranger and I’ll bet
You gave them my number and the rest
To those who keep calling and run it
And everyone needs a light, a place in the sun
I like your photographs, I need one
Leave here a stranger, leave here a stranger
Leave here a stranger, leave here a stranger