Words by Keith Johnston
Music by Jacob's Trouble

Ninety million miles an hour, Desiree prances through the universe
Things would have to be exploding before you could even stop her
Hands in the middle of everything, she's moving as fast as she can
But why does she bother reaching if she's only gonna take a handful

Calling Desiree
Calling Desiree

Desiree's wide awake and holding on to everything under the sun
Grabbing postcards from all the places she'd been to but had to run
She's got a wagon full of keepsakes she pulls behind her steps
I guess she hasn't heard the adage
"The biggest wagon is the emptiest"

Calling Desiree
Calling Desiree

Desiree's got a lot a pieces, but she don't know where they fall
She never sees the picture long enough to give it thought
And what she holds onto she can't let go with her hands

Desiree's on her knees against that wagon when life calls for the last dance
But she's too tired, she's been groovin' too hard
Looking up toward the miles above, she whispers to eternity
It had been a good dance (been a good dance)
'Til life cuts in

Calling Desiree, we watch
Calling Desiree
Calling Desiree, we watch
Calling Desiree
Calling Desiree, we watch
Calling Desiree
Calling, calling, calling
Calling Desiree, calling Desiree
She's watching them call