This circus is falling down on its knees. The big top is crumbling down. It's raining in Baltimore fifty miles east. Where you should be no one's around. I need a phone call. I need a raincoat. I need a big love. I need a phone call. These train conversations are passing me by. And I don't have nothing to say. You get what you pay for. But I just had no intention of living this way. I need a phone call. I need a plane ride. I need a sunburn. I 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?. I 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. I need a phone call. I need a raincoat.