where

Now the weirdo's out and avoiding situations
With the nightfall comes instincts of self preservation
In the bars cloned people meeting friend or foe or lover
Bands are playing melodies that clash with one another
In this place

Where I'm calling from

Now the weirdo's through heading back is just repeating
Gauntlets to be run at the end of every evening
All the cars with speakers thumping past the neon windows
Noise of youth police vans they will go
Wherever you go in this place

Can you hear the church bells?
They are sounding just for us
Early Sunday morning yeah
Last night was such a fuss
I'll send you a letter
But for now my voice will do
Early Sunday morning I am
Calling just for you