Call – Song

Song - Call

I wrote this song. The music came out of a dream that woke me up at 4 AM. In the dream, someone I loved wouldn’t return my call. She was on the run in some way, in a car “inside the rain.” She felt like she had done something wrong and wouldn’t come home.

Humming the tune I went down to my basement and played it in the key I heard in the dream. I only had the melody of the verse and the opening few lines. I added the chorus over the next few days and the other verses by the end of a month.

This video was done soon after I wrote it. The song brought me back to songwriting after decades of rarely touching a guitar.

Call
©2010 Sperry Hunt

1. Call – I can’t call you, please
Call – I’ll be waiting for your
Call. From the darkened lane
In your car inside the rain.

2. If you call me, I’ll be there.
I’ll whisper “Baby” in your hair.
Feel my arms around you.
Pull me inside. Call.

Chorus:
I know why you run.
From what you might have done.
But this is not your world, my girl.
No one saw this heartbreak come.
No one saw this heartache come.

3. They’re empty days since you’ve been gone.
And every night is just so long.
Please don’t stay away.
I’ll bring you home with what I say.

4. I am the moonlight on your breast.
You are the stars in my chest.
Ten thousand miles from home
You don’t have to be alone.

[Repeat Chorus]

5. My arms are strong. My eyes are bright.
I’ll keep them open for the night.
If you feel the same,
You will call me name.

6. I wait and wait for what is real,
For you to tell me how you feel.
A braver girl would say it all,
But she would call.

Character determines wardrobe

A writer’s blog should include an occasional quote. Here’s mine today:

When my granddaughter Erin was three, her grandmother gave her three dresses on one day.

She liked the dresses so much she wore all three for three days, including to bed.

Erin is five now.  She has, shall I say, an extensive wardrobe. Everything she wears is chosen with complete authority.  Any suggestion by others is met with a polite but firm dismissal. 

This morning her dad is bringing her to Seattle to attend our longstanding Superbowl party.  As she was getting dressed – in something festive I’m sure, she turned to her dad and said, “How come grandpa changes his clothes, but he always looks the same?”