I live with the old swing and trumpets

And fly through my country and play it

And those who have calling, they have it



And everyone needs a light

A place in the sun

I like your photographs

I need one



You act like a stranger and I'll bet

You gave them my number and the rest

To those who keep calling and run it



And everyone needs a light

A place in the sun

I like your photographs

I need one



Leave here a stranger