Trynna call home
Cant get no dial tone
Trynna call home
Efforts are in vain
Trynna call home
Seem so far away
Just like...
It was yesterday
Pine trees
Where I tried to exit
That rope that dad showed me
How to burn it
Sparks flew and burnt my wrist
Still have that scar
Upon my wrist
Roses on the drive
Maples in the middle
Roses on my thighs
Mapples on my nipples
Roses on the dive
Fingers on my nipples
Roses on my eyes
Naples on my nipples
Gardens far and wide
What I like to see
Gardens: eye to eye
Wher I like to be
Trynna calal home
Cant get no dial tone
Trynna call home
Efforts are in vain
Trynna call home
Cant get no dial tone
Trynna call home
Efforts are in vain
Somehow my home has slipped away
Tree swings and crab apple trees
Four little mountains and a small pond
And a little well too
A path to the pond
Some shell rocks on the front path
Long summer nights are what we had
Sunsets in forests sunrise by waterfalls
Sun-dried so sweet
The smell of the hay
Neighbors come by to bring in the hay
Here now in the city
Striving for houses
And living real thrifty
Dreaming of my own little townhouse
Trynna calal home
Cant get no dial tone
Trynna call home
Efforts are in vain
Trynna calal home
Cant get no dial tone
Trynna call home
Efforts are in vain
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Trynna call home
Cant get no dial tone
Trynna call home
Efforts are in vain
Trynna call home
Seem so far away
Just like...
It was yesterday
Pine trees
Where I tried to exit
That rope that dad showed me
How to burn it
Sparks flew and burnt my wrist
Still have that scar
Upon my wrist
Roses on the drive
Maples in the middle
Roses on my thighs
Mapples on my nipples
Roses on the dive
Fingers on my nipples
Roses on my eyes
Naples on my nipples
Gardens far and wide
What I like to see
Gardens: eye to eye
Wher I like to be
Trynna calal home
Cant get no dial tone
Trynna call home
Efforts are in vain
Trynna call home
Cant get no dial tone
Trynna call home
Efforts are in vain
Somehow my home has slipped away
Tree swings and crab apple trees
Four little mountains and a small pond
And a little well too
A path to the pond
Some shell rocks on the front path
Long summer nights are what we had
Sunsets in forests sunrise by waterfalls
Sun-dried so sweet
The smell of the hay
Neighbors come by to bring in the hay
Here now in the city
Striving for houses
And living real thrifty
Dreaming of my own little townhouse
Trynna calal home
Cant get no dial tone
Trynna call home
Efforts are in vain
Trynna calal home
Cant get no dial tone
Trynna call home
Efforts are in vain
Cant get no dial tone
Trynna call home
Efforts are in vain
Trynna call home
Seem so far away
Just like...
It was yesterday
Pine trees
Where I tried to exit
That rope that dad showed me
How to burn it
Sparks flew and burnt my wrist
Still have that scar
Upon my wrist
Roses on the drive
Maples in the middle
Roses on my thighs
Mapples on my nipples
Roses on the dive
Fingers on my nipples
Roses on my eyes
Naples on my nipples
Gardens far and wide
What I like to see
Gardens: eye to eye
Wher I like to be
Trynna calal home
Cant get no dial tone
Trynna call home
Efforts are in vain
Trynna call home
Cant get no dial tone
Trynna call home
Efforts are in vain
Somehow my home has slipped away
Tree swings and crab apple trees
Four little mountains and a small pond
And a little well too
A path to the pond
Some shell rocks on the front path
Long summer nights are what we had
Sunsets in forests sunrise by waterfalls
Sun-dried so sweet
The smell of the hay
Neighbors come by to bring in the hay
Here now in the city
Striving for houses
And living real thrifty
Dreaming of my own little townhouse
Trynna calal home
Cant get no dial tone
Trynna call home
Efforts are in vain
Trynna calal home
Cant get no dial tone
Trynna call home
Efforts are in vain
Writer: Tiffany-Leigh Hannah
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