“A Soft Place To Land”
Calling it quits You think this is easy I swear I heard you calling the jury Call it a catch Without any strings attached
Well I’m looking for a soft place to land The forest floor The palms of your hands I’m looking for a soft place to land I call it an ace You’ve gotta believe me But you’re calling me names not to my face But you’re calling my spade a bluff Calling it love
Call me in the night I don’t mind, I don’t care, I can’t sleep Call me in the day, in my car, on my way Call me by name, all I want is to hear you say
Well I’m looking for a soft place to land The forest floor The palms of your hands I’m looking for a soft place to land The forest floor The palms of your hands, palms of your hands