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