Beneath the midnight callerShe thinks of paper greenYou never hear them calling her nameThey just know where they've
beenYou never hear her hollerThe tears no longer comeShe reads her daily book of the pastThat shows of everyoneGrey yea
rs that show in her hairCan't be, but don't seem to careShe unlocks the door and there's no one thereShe sees a daytime str
ollerWalk from the night beforeAnd though she paints a smile on her faceHe won't be back no moreShe's got no saint to foll
owShe's got no place to goToo proud to ask an old friend for helpToo proud to let him knowGrey years that show in her hair
Can't be, but don't seem to careShe knocks the door and there's no one thereNobody (nobody), nobody (nobody), nobody's gonn
a help you now.