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 Now 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 might 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 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