Lyrics:

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 years 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 strollerWalk from the night beforeAnd though she paints a smile on her faceHe won't be back no moreShe's got no saint to followShe's got no place to goToo proud to ask an old friend for helpToo proud to let him knowGrey years that show in her hairCan't be, but don't seem to careShe knocks the door and there's no one thereNobody (nobody), nobody (nobody), nobody's gonna help you now.