When I Call On You - Night Ranger

Superficial conversation Never going my way Always something there to remind you Life is a bowl of clay There she sits in Silent confusion While the world spins

I was born In the heart of America And I was raised By a hard working mom We didn't have as Much that you'd call anything But what we had Was a whole lotta love

Gillis/Jack Brad Gillis/ Jack Blades

You mother me You ooze affection You smother me With protection When I'm in need You pour me your sweet cider And when I bleed You tie the tournquiet tighter Wi