Beneath the midnight caller She thinks of money green You never hear them calling her name They just know where to be You never hear her holler The tears no longer come She keeps a daily book of the past That shows of everyone Gray years that show in her hair Can't leave but don't seem to care She locks the door and there's no one there She sees a daytime stroller One from the night before And though she tries to call out his name He won't be back no more She's got no saint to follow She's got no place to go To proud to ask an old friend for help To proud to let them know That the gray years that show in her hair Can't stop but don't seem to care She locks the door and there's no one there Nobody Nobody Nobody's going to help you now