Cowboy Junkies

The stillness here,
like what he sometimes finds inside her,
hits so hard it can steal your breath forever
He sometimes wonders
is the sum of their lives together
him on the floor and her lost to a mind in tatters
These days hes drinking for the pleasure of falling
and hes falling for the pleasure of pretending
that shes sitting by the window waiting
for him to come calling
If I could fix me up a week of twilight hours
wed sit on the point
and watch the sun continually flounder
Bathed in gold wed plug into some kind of power
and connect with those days
back before all of this went sour
Cause Im drinking for the pleasure of falling
and Im falling for the pleasure of pretending
that youre sitting by the window waiting
for me to come calling
Odd how the darkness always makes us whisper
and with the last of the sun
you can feel the approach of the winter
Now is the time of each day
that I Desperately miss her
I suppose I will learn how to live my life without her
So youre drinking for the pleasure of falling
and youre falling for the pleasure of pretending
that Im sitting by the window waiting
for you to come calling
[ Come Calling (Her Song) Lyrics ]