Called her from a pay phone down on Beale Street. On my way to Birmingham. Said she was tired of never seein' me. She needed more than a guitar man. As the lonesome notes filled the midnight sky.
Three a.m. on the clock. Lullaby, music box. Oh, baby please don't cry. Let's let mama sleep tonight. You've only been home one day. You don't even know your name.
I guess everybody goes to the grocery store, even me. There's no tellin' who in the world there you're gonna see. Lost in space at the cash only aisle number three.