The Lonesome Brothers
Call Hannah
capo 3
When the ball has come unwound
It lays a tangled map all over the ground
And the clock spins like a toy
And you know its gonna fall
Just like the walls of Troy
When the doors are closed and the roadâs unpaved
Tickets read the same for the doomed and the saved
I call Hannah cause she might be the one to raise the setting sun
Cause she might be the one
I call Hannah cause she might be the one
Before the morning shows no light
On the handle of the door
Frozen thick with ice
And the slowly turning key
That draws the weary home
But sets that wagon free
Well thereâs clouds on the road
And ghosts in the air
The bridge is down
thereâs detours everywhere
But I call Hannah cause she might be the one
To raise the setting sun
Cause she might be the one
I call Hannah cause she might be the one
Well Hannah is her own small town
Sheâs Sunday afternoon with a carnival sound
She moves lightly through the day
She doesnât stop for rain
Well thereâs nothing in her way
When the numbers say that its all over
Someoneâs crushed the very last four leaf clover
Well Iâve still got a hand because I know her
And I call Hannah cause sheâll know where to go
To watch the melting snow
Sheâll know where to go
I call Hannah cause she might be the one to raise the setting sun
Cause she might be the one
I call Hannah cause she might be the one