Track 3 of the EP Say It Plain · 2026
Calling From the Services, Love
“A cold vending-machine cup, a lorry sighing on the hill, and my love at the other end of the line. It's the only upbeat song I've written in a car park.”
acoustic · road folk · warm acoustic · 3:40
Lyrics
Car park lights and a cold vending cup A lorry sighing on the hill Three hundred miles since I kissed your head And three hundred more, but still I ring you from the services With a pocket full of change Your voice comes down the line like a lamp And the whole night rearranges Calling from the services, love Tell me what you had for tea Tell me every little thing Tell me what the day was like for me The road is long and the dark is wide But I've got your voice by my side Calling from the services, love I'm coming home, I'm on my way You say the cat has learned to open doors And the beans are climbing high You say the neighbour's boy has learned to whistle And the geese went over the sky I hold the phone against my ear Like a shell that holds the sea And the engine ticks, and the coffee cools And you're sitting here with me Calling from the services, love Tell me what you had for tea Tell me every little thing Tell me what the day was like for me The road is long and the dark is wide But I've got your voice by my side Calling from the services, love I'm coming home, I'm on my way Go to sleep, go to sleep Leave the porch light low I'll be quiet on the gravel I'll be quiet on the stair I'll take my boots off at the door And I'll find you there Calling from the services, love Tell me what you had for tea Tell me every little thing Tell me what the day was like for me The road is long and the dark is wide But I've got your voice by my side Calling from the services, love I'm coming home, I'm on my way I'm coming home, I'm on my way Goodnight, love, till the break of day