Lyrics

Another day, another small town A summer breeze The bougainvillea is still in bloom His room (Phone rings, no one answers) His books are on the shelf Craving curious fingers His favorite after-shave Lingers still (Phone rings, no one answers) The evening news, they hear them saying Tonight's the game, his team is playing They go to bed Instead (Phone rings, no one answers) Out in the quiet street One stray dog is crying And if their eyes don't meet All is well