Call the Number

I gave my concessions I admitted I fell down on my knees I yelled, I yelled I held up my message But my handwriting is terrible, so I held up a stencil And you said, and you said Hold me to you Call my number on the phone Some leaves don't fall on their own Hold me to you I counted my change up And walked thirteen blocks to where you lived Duluth and St. Laurent That's quite a while away back then I swear And I held up my face To the pane of glass between your mouth and mine And you said, and you said Hold me to you Call my number on the phone Some leaves don't fall on their own Hold me to you Call my number on your phone Some leaves don't fall on their own Hold me to you Call my number on your phone Some leaves don't fall on their own Hold me to you Call my number on your phone Some leaves don't fall on their own