Midnight Caller – Badfinger – letras

Beneath the midnight callerShe thinks of paper greenYou never hear them calling her nameThey just know where they’ve beenYou never hear them hollerThe tears no longer comeShe reads a daily book of her pastThat shows of everyoneGreys that show in her hairCan’t be but don’t seem to careShe locks the doorAnd there’s no one thereShe sees a daytime strollerWalked from the night beforeAnd though she paints a smile on her faceHe won’t be back no moreShes got no Saint to followShes got no place to goToo proud to ask an old friend for helpToo proud to let them knowGreys that show in her hairCan’t be but don’t seem to careShe locks the doorAnd there’s no one thereNobodys gonna help you now