When her sweet summer love had turned and gone He put a bigtime Moses lonesome on He got back the ring with the note she'd sent When he tried to make it permanent Love was one big storm moving down the line She didn't dream anymore of their future time No sound from the pillow by the window sill Between her and the call of the whippoorwill Traveling salesmen, merchant crews The carnys and the truckers too If you live your life with your baggage packed It seems you leave more often than you come back Maybe love for her shouldn't burn that bright But shine with a lean, warm and steady light Someone who listened and could talk with her I've heard such perfect men occur The work he loved took him far from home Soon she tired of too much time alone No sound from the pillow by the window sill Between her and the call of the whippoorwill