I watch it's three a.m. I know she's waitin' up again On the road I'm wonderin' what I'm gonna say Funny how the light's not turnin' maybe this time she'll be sleepin' In the drive I'm wonderin' if she's okay The house looks dark to me as I fumble for the key Now inside an empty chair is all I see In the kitchen on the table there's a letter and Lord I'm shakin' Cause she's cried and wrote she's tired of waitin' for me Instant loneliness all around me certainly my whole world has slipped away Instant loneliness where she should be and this instant loneliness is hurtin' me [ fiddle ] She once said to me that she'd grow tired some day This empty house echoes the words she used to say In the hallway there's a toy and a picture of the baby A reminder of how much she took away Instant loneliness all around me... Yes this instant loneliness is hurtin' meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
