(Rosanne Cash)
Got a song about the sister
Waiting somewhere by the phone
For some man who never missed her
Ever since he come and gone
And it's harder for a woman
With a baby on her way
That's the price of being human
When you're poor enough to pay
And she listens to the freedom
In the silence at her door
No one's listening when you need them
There ain't no fun to sing that song no more
Got a song about a saviour
Looking lonesome and afraid
At a city full of strangers
And a cross he never made
And he's sadder than he's wiser
And a longer way from home
And he wonders why his father
Left him bleeding and alone
Just a broken song of freedom
And the closing of a door
No one's missing till you need them
There ain't no fun to sing that song no more
Just a broken song of freedom
And the closing of a door
No one's missing till you need them
There ain't no fun to sing that song no more