Lyrics:

Calling you
Bob Telson

A desert road from Vegas to nowhere
Someplace better then where you’ve been
A coffee machine that needs some fixing
In a little cafe just around the bend
I am calling you
Can’t you hear me
I am calling you
A hot dry wind blows right through me
The baby’s crying and I can’t sleep
We both know a change is coming
Coming closer, sweet release
I am calling you
I know you hear me
I am calling you
I am calling you
I know you hear me
I am calling you
I am calling you
Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking, you
Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking, goes walking
I am calling you
I am calling you
Tall and tan
The girl from Ipanema
Goes walking, goes walking, goes walking
Tall and tan and young and lovely