Call any time You'll find us here in the line Awaiting gesture or sign Just a word to say you're alright, alright When you were young You always played on your own You never ran with the crowd We were proud So come on home Call any time You'll find them tapping the line Awaiting gesture or sign Just a word to trace you out boy, our boy But where are you now We want to help you but how? So if there's something you need, we'll be here Just come on home ... the sun is shining One more chance we'll do our best All those years have been a struggle You know the rest In our hearts there was confusion What was right and what was wrong So illusive until we founf out It was a dream we woke from Now we can tell ... Knocks on the daar Policemen guns which are drawn They say you've done something wrong And we tell them that you're a quiet boy, quiet boy Don't try to write, it'ss censured Don't try to fight, you can't win All you can do is to loose So come on home ...