Calling My Name

On a late Friday evening I hear people cheering  As I rest in this small bedroom  I newly called home Schoolmates and friends out East All left and went to sleep   As there is no one left around I repose my phone down My eyes closed, I feel the wind Calling, calling, calling, my name I lie down on my fuzzy bed With the window opened Letting the late summer breeze in And the memories spin My eyes closed, I feel the wind Calling, calling, calling, my name I left for the unknown and followed the voice within As I drove beyond the tree line I stayed up all night, allowing life to begin And made this place mine My eyes closed, I feel the wind Calling, calling, calling, my name