CALLING YOU (Bob Telson) a desert road from vegas to nowhere someplace better than where you've been a coffe machine that needs some fiing in a little cafe just around the bend i'm calling you can't you hear me i am calling you a hot drywid blows right through me the baby's crying and I can't sleep but we both know a change is coming coming closer, sweet people tall and tanned and young and lovely the girl from ipanema goes walking