Turn me out and turn me in
You're such a long, long drive
That I don't mind repeating, it's
Your country eyes and city sin
You got it all, but all the while
You're looking for something better
Just south of Maine, I swear I was gliding on
A sidewalk bench and I heard you saying
Call me up
When you're lonesome on the road and you feel like coming home
'Cause I don't mind
Staying up with you while we're talking about nothing at all
The strand of bottles lying on a linoleum floor
Where I made my bed
Distracting those nine years from the late night walks in my head
So maybe I can get some rest
And I was walking down 7th Street
And you turned to me and you started saying
Call me up
When you're lonesome on the road
And you feel like coming home
'Cause I don't mind staying up with you
While we're talking about nothing at all
Yeah, just call me up
When you're lonesome on the road
And you feel like coming home
'Cause I don't mind staying up with you
While we're talking about nothing at all
Just call me up
When you're lonesome on the road
And you feel like coming home
'Cause I don't mind staying up with you
While we're talking about nothing at all
Just call me up
When you're lonesome on the road
And you feel like coming home
'Cause I don't mind staying up with you
While we're talking about nothing at all