The Correspondents
Alarm Call
Where have you gone?
I am calling on you
Your alarm calls on
And I'm coming to your rescue
I know exactly what to do
I make the call and sit by you
Check your heartbeat against mine
And mop your brow from time to time
Where have you gone?
I am calling on you
Your alarm call's on
And I'm coming to your rescue
I'm the person by your side
I'm your mentor I'm your guide
Upon me you can rely
When you're high and when you're dry
The irony is, that my recovery is always slower than yours
You're back on your feet in no time
When I'm left floored
Haunted by the sound of your alarm call
Living in fear of your next fall
Where have you gone?
I am calling on you
Your alarm call's on
And I'm coming to your rescue
I know exactly what to do
I make the call and sit by you
Check your heartbeat against mine
But there's no trace of it this time
Where have you gone?
I am calling on you
My siren's on
And there's so many things that I need you to do
I never asked when you were here
Because it seemed so crystal clear
That it was you who needed me
That was the way it had to be
Where have you gone?
I am calling on you
My siren's on
And there's so many things that I need you to do
Be my mentor, be my guide
Show me when to run and where to hide
I know you would have known just what to do
With all the things a life could throw at you
My siren will remain on for awhile
Waiting soundproof, by a timid little smile
I'm still haunted by your alarm call
Without the fear
Of your next
Fall