Night Patrol. By RobertCray. . See him huddled in the shadows, sleepin' on his cardboard bed. Usin' rags for a pillow, where he lays his unwashed head. His blankets old newspapers, they're not
I'm in a phone booth, baby. Number scratched on the wall. I'm in a phone booth, baby. Number scratched on the wall. I'm new in Chicago. Got no one else to call. . Been walkin' all day. For
alone wondering. Just where did I go wrong?. . I've got a problem. She used to love me. But oh, I really, really misused that girl. I did. . I took all the love that I wanted. All I thought I
It's Wednesday night, my woman's out. Once again I'm home alone. Lately, every Wednesday night. She's late getting home. . She phones from work at quittin' time. Says the boss asked her to stay
It's three O'clock in the morning. When you finally answer your phone. Ask me why I keep calling. Why I don't leave you alone. . Where you've been, who've you been with. Is all I really wanna
to life on a make-shift stage. . It's the Bob Robert's Society Band. Playing every Sunday at the Orange Grove Stand. They don't play grunge and they don't play loud. It's the magic of the music
Dead of the night baby. We're finally alone. I'll pull up the shades. If you'll unplug the phone. . Put on some music. Marvin Gaye's real nice. Once we get settled. I'll turn off the lights
