Lyrics:

Somewhere near. Somewhere far.
Somewhere down a street past the local bar. A shot and beer kinda homey place.
I go inside and tell my story to a glass of foam. A poet and a heart of gold.
Kathleen! Why don't you call my name?
Kathleen! Call my name.

No one hears me tell the truth.
I lost the track of time. The blush of youth.
A world that time forgot. A skittle bowl social swirl.
Bowl of chili. Onion rings. The check on time and a Rolling Rock.
Kathleen! Why don't you call my name?
Kathleen! Call my name.

Self pity is a terrible thing to waste.

I've dropped out of line. Past my prime.
Slave to a way of life I'm just the sort of fella to tell a story to.
Waiting at a bus stop or bangin' on a desktop I long to see you.
Kathleen! Why don't you call my name?
Kathleen! Call my name.

Something's near. Something's wrong.
Something's near. Something's wrong.

Something near. Something far.
Something down a street past the local bar. A shot and beer kinda homey thing.
I go inside to show my face.
It's someone I barely know. A poet and a heart of gold.
Kathleen! Call me.
Kathleen! Call me.
Kathleen! Call me.