I sit by the telephone. Waiting for you to call me. And when I'm alone in the night. The blues start to fall on me. Baby, I'm waiting for you. And all that's on my mind.
Struck by the moon, rising too soon. I feel a pain deep inside me. Cold nothern wind, a fist in my chin. Makin' me wild for you baby. . What can I do to get back to you.