You'll never know
You'll never know
You make a little plan and you sound the alarm
Tumbled up in your ball throwing sticks and stones
Run to you with my bare feet cold in the mud
I guess I'm
On call
On call
To be trampled by the kids in the empty corridor
A whittled down affair to relieve that weeping sore
I come back to your sandpit wanting some more
I guess I'm
On call
On call
On call
On call
You'll never know
You'll never know
You'll never know