Cooper went out late last night.
I heard the slam from her door.
Foggy ways, November daze.
All the white wolves were smiling.
Cooper went out walkin' the clouds.
She left everything in a mess.
'Shut your mouth when you talk to me'.
Her words were always so small.
And there's a sound from the telephone,
'When can I say she's coming home?
Leave me the number you're dialling from.
And may I ask who's calling?'
May I ask who's calling?
Cooper went out, three o'clock sharp,
I heard the bells from the church.
Someone said they saw a car
picking her up by the stations.
Cooper went out and that's all there is.
I'm just no one from next door.
Everything will be alright
when all the flowers have cried.
Then there's a voice on the telephone,
'When can I say she's coming home?
Leave me the number you're dialling from
And may I ask who's callin'?'
May I ask who's calling?
May I ask who's calling?
Then there's a voice on the telephone,
'When can I say she's coming home?
Leave me the number you're dialling from
And may I ask who's callin'?'
May I ask who's calling?
May I ask who's calling?
May I ask who's calling?
May I ask who's calling?
(May I ask who's calling...?)
(May I ask who's calling...?)