Calling My Name
Adrift in the window's reflection.
More tears, another fleeting day.
So long since I saw a younger me,
How'd time just flicker away?
Lines fade, when happiest memories were made.
I hear far away voices giggling, giggling, laughing—calling my name.
We left Queens Park in our rearview.
Shouting our dreams into the night.
Crossing the border in an ol' Mustang.
To live out weekends in Willisboro, N.Y.
Met Sam in a cozy corner,
Of a bar off Lake Champlain.
We sang The Eagles on the jukebox.
And slow-danced just the same.
Lines fade, when happiest memories were made.
I hear far away voices giggling, giggling, laughing—calling my name.
Upstate autumn blew in off the lake.
After winter, spring rose in a haze.
Sam lost his life on a hot July morning.
Spent the rest of my time in a daze.
A harvest moon shimmer on the water,
Breathing the sweet smell of pine,
Giving myself to Sam, all lost now to time.
In that bit of heaven, Willisboro, NY.
I hear far away voices giggling, giggling, laughing—calling my name.
I hear my girlfriends, their voices fading,
Calling my name.
I hear far away voices giggling, giggling, laughing—calling my name.
I hear my girlfriends, their voices fading,
And Jake whispering my name.
2019 Alfred C. Martino
#callingmyname #Willisboro #WillisboroNY #songlyrics #songs #lyrics #alfredcmartino
Adrift in the window's reflection.
More tears, another fleeting day.
So long since I saw a younger me,
How'd time just flicker away?
Lines fade, when happiest memories were made.
I hear far away voices giggling, giggling, laughing—calling my name.
We left Queens Park in our rearview.
Shouting our dreams into the night.
Crossing the border in an ol' Mustang.
To live out weekends in Willisboro, N.Y.
Met Sam in a cozy corner,
Of a bar off Lake Champlain.
We sang The Eagles on the jukebox.
And slow-danced just the same.
Lines fade, when happiest memories were made.
I hear far away voices giggling, giggling, laughing—calling my name.
Upstate autumn blew in off the lake.
After winter, spring rose in a haze.
Sam lost his life on a hot July morning.
Spent the rest of my time in a daze.
A harvest moon shimmer on the water,
Breathing the sweet smell of pine,
Giving myself to Sam, all lost now to time.
In that bit of heaven, Willisboro, NY.
I hear far away voices giggling, giggling, laughing—calling my name.
I hear my girlfriends, their voices fading,
Calling my name.
I hear far away voices giggling, giggling, laughing—calling my name.
I hear my girlfriends, their voices fading,
And Jake whispering my name.
2019 Alfred C. Martino
#callingmyname #Willisboro #WillisboroNY #songlyrics #songs #lyrics #alfredcmartino