St. Mark's

Sunday morning let the dawn in A bit too early for the crowd It gets harder to lose yourself with nobody else around A pretty penny in your pocket Spending money on your mind It gets harder to forgive yourself when you leave it all behind But when your whiskey's running low And your lover, she don't show Why don't you call me, call me up on your line? I've been waiting for your call a long, long time Yeah, I've been waiting for your call most all my life A couple stations till you make it A little later than you planned It's so much better when fate breaks out and takes you by the hand It wasn't like this in the morning But now there's something in the air It gets harder to move when you're not going anywhere But when your whiskey's running low And your lover, she don't show Why don't you call me, call me up on your line? I've been waiting for your call a long, long time Yeah, I've been waiting for your call most all my life Oh I've been waiting, oh no I've been waiting I've been waiting for your call most all my life