A quarter for a payphone-call to Houston I see that writing on the wall She's down and out again Momma, will you still be her friend? Momma, would you take her back again? She's got no one to talk to When she comes home at night She's got no one to talk to She keeps it all inside She's got no one to talk to She lays down in size It's no lonely life Well you'd be proud if you'd just come to see her Lately I'm the only who even lends a hand Momma, I will do the best I can Momma, I don't think you understand She's got no one to talk to When she comes home at night She's got no one to talk to She keeps it all inside She's got no one to talk to She lays down in size It's no lonely life It's no lonely life Tearing out the pages in my phonebook I see the writing on the wall I won't need this again Momma, is there a message you can send? Momma, you can't turn your back again She's got no one to talk to When she comes home at night She's got no one to talk to She keeps it all inside She's got no one to talk to She lays down in size It's no lonely life