Crawl across toward your windownI'm calling softly from the streetnAlways a lonely widownHalf awake and sleeping on my feetnnI'm of age but have no children nNo quarter phone booth calls to home nJust late televisionnInside my bedroom all alonennThere is no use in waiting nOffer up your steps so I can climbnShow me all your figure paintings nEtched in the middle of the nightnnLet me stretch upon your carpet nLet me hear the rain tap on your streetnKnowing I am safe on the insidenBlankets wrapped and drifting off to sleep