[Verse 1]
The city stays high all night
Lit up and shimmered like a pinball table of fire flies
An echo of home on the edge of life
Shot through the veins of an angel and the devil in exile

[Chorus]
But if you have forgotten your precious mother tongue
What do you think your mother would say of what you've done
And if you can't remember the place you call a home
Or having trouble placing who's calling on the phone
Who's calling on the phone

[Verse 2]
Digging those with the cards and the sugar lines
And to the desert of the cinnamon hells of moonshine
He said, "What can I do to make you mine?"
Kiss out the twang through my lips on the way to the big time

[Chorus]
But if you have forgotten your precious mother tongue
What do you think your mother would say of what you've done
And if you can't remember the place you call a home
Or having trouble placing who's calling on the phone
Who's calling on the phone