Beneath the midnight caller. She thinks of paper green. You never hear them calling her name. They just know where they've been. You never hear them holler. The tears no longer come. She reads a daily book of her past. That shows of everyone. Greys that show in her hair. Can't be but don't seem to care. She locks the door. And there's no one there. She sees a daytime stroller. Walked from the night before. And though she paints a smile on her face. He won't be back no more. Shes got no Saint to follow. Shes got no place to go. Too proud to ask an old friend for help. Too proud to let them know. Greys that show in her hair. Can't be but don't seem to care. She locks the door. And there's no one there. Nobodys gonna help you now