Livingston on the Bell

I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, with this chill in my feet I’ve been walking all night, since I felt the bad news The money has all run out, & they turned off my heat & you never know when you’ll come, down with the blues I was heading for the nearest star, cause I’d run out of hope When I stopped in my tracks, cause I’d left something home The number I jotted down, on an old envelope Of the girl I had wanted to call on the phone