Bruce Cockburn Life Short Call Now Billboards promise paradise And tattoos "done while you wait" Possible futures all laid out On the sweeping curve of the interstate Got no city, got no land Got no lover, got no wife How many ways to say goodbye Can one man fit in a nomad life? Life short-call now Lone car waves, then it wanes Leaves only voices in the hall And in the room next door to mine The bed is banging on the wall You've no idea how I long For even one loving caress For you to step into my heart Without deception or duress Life short-call now