Counting Crows — Raining in Baltimore

This circus is falling down on its knees The big top is crumbling down It's raining in Baltimore, fifteen miles east Where you should be, no one's around I need a phone call, I need a raincoat I need a big love, I need a phone call These train conversations are passing me by And I don't have nothing to say You get what you pay for But I just had no intention of living this way I need a phone call, I need a plane ride I need a sunburn, I need a raincoat And I get no answers, and I don't get no change It's raining in Baltimore, baby, but everything else is the same There's things I remember and things I forget I miss you, I guess that I should Three thousand five hundred miles away But what would you change if you could? I need a phone call, maybe I should buy a new car I can always hear a freight train, baby, if I listen real hard And I wish, I wish it was a small world Because I'm lonely for the big towns I'd like to hear a little guitar, I guess it's time to put the top down I need a phone call, I need a raincoat I really need a raincoat; I really, really need a raincoat I really, really, really need a raincoat; I really need a raincoat