He asked, "Was he drunk?"
She said, "No, but he'd been drinking.
I could tell."
"What'd he want this time?"
"He wants to talk to you," she said.
"All I know is he's somewhere in Nebraska,
hole up in some motel."
He handed her the groceries
and opened up a beer.
He slapped the cold off his sleeve
and said, "I'm glad I wasn't here."
"But he's your best friend," she said.
He took a drink and said, "He was."
She said, "He's calling back, you know."
And he told her, "He always does."
blown away by the wind
Never to return again
till they round that final bend
driving through the rain
from Sacramento to Fort Wayne
just like we all did then
"So, what're you gonna tell now
when he calls back again?"
He just shrugged and said,
"I'm not gonna say a thing."
"But it's Harry," she told him.
"Yeah," he said. "It's Harry once again.
And Harry only calls when he's drunk
or when he needs something."
"But you bummed the world together.
It was always just you two.
"Yeah, we were young and we had some times
till the day that I met you.
And he just kept on moving
once I made my choice to stay.
And now he's still out on the road,
but it's like he never goes away."
When the kitchen phone rang once more,
he threw his arms around her waist.
"Let me go," she said. "It's Harry.
If I want to get the phone I will."
But he just pulled her tighter
and he didn't say a thing.
And he held her until the ringing stopped
and all the house was still.
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"Harry's Last Call" as written by Bill Morrissey
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