You phone around, but everyone's staying homenAnother night alone could make your head go spinnBut the needles on the phonograph must be cursing; you've gotta let it be.nnIn the brown on your wall, you can hear another waynTo make the West Coast ladies do the East Side ShakenAs long as the one across town just can't wait; nturns on her stereo....nnWe can find - something finer than some coins in a wishing well....nAll in good time; when wrong is right, and I'm another one, that's what I need.nnShe said her soul is torn and her thinking not straight,nHer patched up heart becoming worn and frayed nI've got my needle and thread goin' all the right waysnPut on your party dress...nnAll this time defies my mind,nSpend your whole life in a waiting room,nOnly to find, your palm was right,nThere was no line for apologies.nnI am...nRain on...... the dusted desert summertimenWe will; we will, not have to wait for long....nn