Every night she sleeps alone And by her bed she puts the phone And every morning after that She takes the phone and puts it back
He's got a wife back home and three kids up and grown But these are things that go unsaid He might call her from the road just in time to say hello And goodbye again
She keeps his picture tucked away She thinks she'll have it framed one day And maybe he'll come see it there Hanging by her rocking chair
In a corner of her room on a Sunday afternoon When all the world is dull and gray She might close her eyes and sit, rocking gently for a bit Till all the bad thoughts go away
Back when children played their games London Bridge and Jesse James She captured flags, she bounced the ball And every time, she beat them all
And now she comes home to a cat in a three-room walk-up flat And plays a game of solitaire Well she made a fist last night, and she broke the hallway light And the pieces scattered everywhere
You see, he's got a wife back home and three kids up and grown But these are things that go unsaid He might call her from the road just in time to say hello And goodbye againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
