This circus is falling down on it's knees
The big top is crumbling down
It's raining in baltimore fifty miles east
Where you should be, no one's around
We need a phone call
We need a raincoat
We need a big love
We need a phone call
These train conversations are passing me by
And I don't got nothing to say
You get what you pay for
But still I had no intentions of living this way
We need a phone call
We need a plane ride
We need a sunburn
We need a raincoat
And I get no answers
And I don't get no change
It's raining in baltimore, baby
But everything else is the same
There's things I remember and things I forget
I miss you I guess that I should
Three thousand five hundred miles away
But what would you change if you could?
We need a phone call
Maybe I should buy a new car
I can always hear a freight train if I listen real hard
And I wish it was a small world
Because I'm lonely for the big towns
I'd like to hear a little guitar
I think it's time to put the top down
We need a phone call
Writer(s): Charles Thomas Gillingham, Adam Fredric Duritz, Matthew Mark Malley
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