Besedila: Robert Forster. Calling From A Country Phone. Falling Star.

Everybody?s got to shed a little skin
Everybody was naked to begin
Towards the end I was just singing through my disguise
Towards the end it was you
That put that light right back behind my eyes

You?re from tender, forgotten streets
Where there?s a thousand and one retreats for me
You held me captive just by being who you are
I was rested but let me tell you every sun comes out to catch a falling star

I had a bad habit
Of just letting everything around me slide
Whole town went to the fairground
Guess who had to pay for everybody?s ride

Now if I robbed a bank I know where I would hide
With my back to the city and you by my side
You held me captive just by being who you are
I was rested but let me tell you every sun comes out to catch a falling star

Falling star, falling star
Falling star, falling star
Just a falling star, baby, falling star
Falling star, just a falling star