Calling Card

(albüm: Harley & Rose - 1990)

A lonesome joker I've become
Crawling at your gate
I remember in my better days
I was not the one to wait
That leaving kiss is on your lips
That secret is all mine
And I'm handing down my calling card
To the hands of old man time

And you just might get lucky
You just might want to kiss the ground
'Cause I'm giving out my calling card
To anyone around

I'm hanging up my mourning coat
I'm handing down my chains
I'm walking off this sinking boat
And nothing shall remain
I'm stepping out into the sun
Looking for my day
These simple things now I've received
Are bound to light my way

Won't you save me
For love is a fearless enemy
Won't you save me
I see these days become tomorrow
With only myself left to follow

I'll slide the pieces up my sleeve
I'll take the guilty down
The broken lovers I believe
Are better lost than found
They're burning letters by the fire
The river rolls and turns
I hear the whisper on the wire
The loser never learns