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 again
