Crawl across towards your window   I'm calling softly from the street   I’m just a lonely widow   Half awake and stranded on my feet   I'm of age but I have no children    No quarter phone booth calls to home    Just late night television    Inside my bedroom, all alone      There is no use in waiting    Offer up your steps so I can climb   Show me all your figure paintings    Etched in the middle of the night   Let me stretch upon your carpet    Let me hear the rain tap on your street   Knowing I am safe on the inside   Blankets wrapped, and drifting off to sleep      In the middle of a dream, I hear you calling   In the middle of a dream, I hear you calling   In the middle of a dream, I hear you calling   In the middle of a dream, I hear you calling