I'm calling, calling
I'm calling
You out (calling)

I'm calling, calling
I'm calling
You out (calling)
Falling, falling
Falling, for you

I want to hear your footsteps climb
Lifting all that weight
Trying to make a shrinking world
As strong and just as safe

There's always room for change, my friend
I want you to explode
The last of any memory
Five, six, seven or more

It's been a kind of gift, my friend
To have you here at all
Among the broken promises
We ran into in the hall
I'm calling, calling
I'm calling
You (calling)
I'm calling, calling
I'm calling
You out (calling)