Callin’ HomenAll Words & Music by A.J. Croce,n(C) 1995 Croce Publishing adm.nby Lefrak-Moelis Music, (ASCAP)nWell in a call to home this morningnThat was answered with a warningnYou said that I had better be there soonnWell I’ve been driving night and daynAnd suffice it just to saynI’ll be arriving by the setting of the moonnWell I miss you all to deathnAnd with every waking breathnI’ll be thinking of you sitting next to menOn the weathered roads a turnin’nUnder tires that are burnin’nYou’re a sight that I just cannot wait to seen(Chorus)nWell I’m calling homenI want to reach my baby on the linenWell I’m calling homenI’m making sure that everything is finenThe food along the way has been mostly brown and graynAnd it seems to fit the landscape oh so wellnIf I hadn’t heard your voice I’d be sure I’d made the choicenThis ain’t heaven this ain’t limbonThis is hellnIn the months we’ve been apart it has all but broke my heartnAnd I cannot wait to see your pretty facenIn a couple hours more I’ll be knockin’ at the doornAnd I’ll greet you with a warm embrace nn