I live with the old swing and trumpets And fly through my country and play it And those who have calling, they have it And everyone needs a light, a place in the sun I like your photographs, I need one You act like a stranger and I'll bet You gave them my number and the rest To those who keep calling and run it And everyone needs a light, a place in the sun I like your photographs, I need one Leave here a stranger, leave here a stranger Leave here a stranger, leave here a stranger