Lyrics
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 think 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 grey
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
Now she comes home to her 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
