I used to see these Scandinavian looking ladies

All the way down half a crowded block

And I used to chase those yellow headed ladies

But it was never you on my block

I used to press my nose against the stone cold glass

At Fireside's liquor store

At the coin-op laundromat, on 15th and Montana

At sweet Suzy Q's up around the corner

The way you call to the woods

Is how the woods call back to you

I used to hear the front door slam

I'd run right out into the street

Doing that crazy dance

Spinning left to right

My head in my hands

My momma left me alone tonight

And she always said

The way you call to the woods

Is how the woods call back to you

How am I gonna get my work done

With you looking at me?

I bring home the bacon

Fry it up in a pan

I wear that sweet perfume

To find myself a better man

The way you call to the woods

Is how the woods call back to you