Hey you, out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me
Hey you, standing in the aisle
With itchy feet and fading smile
Can you feel me
Hey you, don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight

Hey you, out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me
Hey you, with your ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone
Open your heart, [bad word] home

But it was only fantasy
The wall was too high, as you can see
No matter how he tried he could not break free
And the worms ate into his brain

Hey you, out there on the road
Always doing what you're told
Can you help me
Hey you, out there beyond the wall
Breaking bottles in the hall
Can you help me
Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall

[Click of TV being turned on]
"Well, only got an hour of daylight left. Better get started"
"Isnt it unsafe to travel at night?"
"It'll be a lot less safe to stay here. You're father's gunna pick up our trail before long"
"Can Loca ride?"
"Yeah, I can ride... Magaret, time to go! Maigret, thank you for everything"

Is there anybody out there?

"Goodbye Chenga"
"Goodbye miss ..."

Is there anybody out there?

"I'll be back"

Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody out there

"Alright, I'll take care of them part of the time, but there's somebody else that needs taking care of in Washington"
"Who's that?"
"Rose Pilchitt!"
"Rose Pilchitt? Who's that?"
[Kid screams in background. foreground: "Shut Up!"]
"36-24-36 [laughter] does that answer your question?"
[foreground: "Oi! I've got a little black book with me poems in!"]
"Who's she?"
"She was 'Miss Armoured Division' in 1961 ... "

I've got a little black book with my poems in.
Got a bag with a [bad word] and [bad word] in.
When I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in.

I got elastic bands keepin my shoes on.
Got those swollen hand blues.
Got thirteen channels of [bad word] on the T.V. to choose from.
I've got electric light.
And I've got second sight.
And amazing powers of observation.
And that is how I know
When I try to get through 
On the telephone to you
There'll be nobody home.

I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm.
And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.
I've got nicotine stains on my fingers.
I've got a silver spoon on a chain.
I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.

I've got wild staring eyes.
And I've got a strong urge to fly.
But I got nowhere to fly to. 
Ooooh, Babe when I pick up the phone

"Surprise, surprise, surprise..." (from Gomer Pyle show) 

There's still nobody home.

I've got a pair of Gohills boots
and I got fading roots.

"Where the [bad word] are you?"
"Over 47 german planes were destroyed with the loss of only 15 of our own aircraft"
"Where the [bad word] are you Simon?"
[Machine gun sound, followed by plane crashing]