I live with the old swing and trumpets 
And fly through my country and play it 
And those who have calling, they have it 
And everyone needs a light 
A place in the sun 
I like your photographs 
I need one 
You act like a stranger and 
I'll bet You gave them my number and the rest 
To those who keep calling and run it 
And everyone needs a light 
A place in the sun 
I like your photographs 
I need one 
Leave here a stranger