No One’s Calling Your Name
Josephine Foster
Look to the west and listen to the wind
No one's calling your name
Just the setting sun way down towards kingdom come
But no one's calling your name
No, no one's calling your name
Just a steady brood of dying sons
Ready to prove, then ready to run
Baby, it's true
Baby, it's sad
But no one's calling your name
No, no one's calling your name
You'd think they'd need a hand shoveling the dirt
Or weaving them burial shrouds
But not even that, you feel so inert because
None of them's calling your name
No, none of them's calling your name
Just a steady brood of dying sons
Ready to prove, then ready to run
Baby, it's true
And maybe, it's sad
But no one's calling your name
No, no one's calling your name
No, not one of them's calling your name