Beneath the midnight caller

She thinks of paper green

You never hear them calling her name

They just know where they've been

You never hear them holler

The tears no longer come

She reads a daily book of her past

That shows of everyone

Greys that show in her hair

Can't be but don't seem to care

She locks the door

And there's no one there

She sees a daytime stroller

Walked from the night before

And though she paints a smile on her face

He won't be back no more

Shes got no Saint to follow

Shes got no place to go

Too proud to ask an old friend for help

Too proud to let them know

Greys that show in her hair

Can't be but don't seem to care

She locks the door

And there's no one there

Nobodys gonna help you now