Behind the wall tracy chapmanlast night i heard the screamingloud voices behind the wallanother sleepless night for meit won't do no good to callthe policealways come lateif they come at alland when they arrivethey say they can't interferewith domestic affairsbetween a man and his wifeand as they walk out the doorthe tears well up in her eyeslast night i heard the screamingthen a silence that chilled my souli prayed that i was dreamingwhen i saw the ambulance in the roadand the policeman said"i'm here to keep the peacewill the crowd dispersei think we all clould use some sleep"