Beneath the midnight caller
She thinks of money green
You never hear them calling her name
They just know where to be
You never hear her holler
The tears no longer come
She keeps a daily book of the past
That shows of everyone
Gray years that show in her hair
Can't leave but don't seem to care
She locks the door and there's no one there
She sees a daytime stroller
One from the night before
And though she tries to call out his name
He won't be back no more
She's got no saint to follow
She's got no place to go
To proud to ask an old friend for help
To proud to let them know
That the gray years that show in her hair
Can't stop but don't seem to care
She locks the door and there's no one there
Nobody
Nobody
Nobody's going to help you now