Words and music by rick nielsen
When i�m down i make a call.
Got the number written on the wall.
First it�s busy then i try again.
Oh, who�s she talking to, could it be him?
I got the number and it starts to ring.
I get excited and i start to dream.
I start to fantasize of memory lane.
Then she answers and she says right way.
She says i�m home on my own, home all alone.
So i got off the phone.
(she�s tight.) she�s ahead of her time.
(she�s tight.) she�s one of a kind.
(she�s tight.) she�s a talented girl.
(she�s tight.) she�s got her head down tight.
I have something got to say to you.
Amnesia and my train of thought.
On the tip, tip of my tongue.
I had a vision when i was young.
You floated in, we floated up.
Through the window and down the hall.
I had a smoke and went upstairs.
Turned the door and opened the key. she spoke...
I�m on my own, home all alone.
So i got off the phone.
(she�s tight.) she�s ahead of her time.
(she�s tight.) she�s one of a kind.
(she�s tight.) she�s a talented girl.
(she�s tight.) she�s got her head down tight.
(she�s tight.) she�s giving me the go.
(she�s tight.) she�s giving me the high sign.
(she�s tight.) we�ll turn off the lights.
(she�s tight.) pull down the shades.
(she�s nice, she�s tight.) turn on the cam�ra.
(she�s nice, she�s tight.) and getting ready for action.
Turn off the radio.
Turn on the video.