Look to the west and listen to the wind No one's calling your name Just the setting sun way down towards kingdom come But no one's calling your name No, no one's calling your name Just a steady brood of dying sons Ready to prove, then ready to run Baby, it's true Baby, it's sad But no one's calling your name No, no one's calling your name You'd think they'd need a hand shoveling the dirt Or weaving them burial shrouds But not even that, you feel so inert because None of them's calling your name No, none of them's calling your name Just a steady brood of dying sons Ready to prove, then ready to run Baby, it's true And maybe, it's sad But no one's calling your name No, no one's calling your name No, not one of them's calling your name