She wakes up lonely   She wakes up lonely   She hangs a picture by the phone   She hangs a picture by the phone      Yeah, she doesn't think we're gonna make it   But when I'm home we're sleeping naked   And we pretend that we're in love      She wakes up lonely   And she telephones me   To ask me if I'm coming home   She says "Will you be coming home?"      Yeah, she doesn't think we're gonna make it   But when I'm home we're sleeping naked   And we pretend that we're in love      It was different when we thought   That we wanted the same thing   Everything was figured out   And now it doesn't make much sense      Yeah, it's just another thing she can't get   She doesn't think we're gonna make it   But when I'm home we're sleeping naked   And we pretend that we're in love yeah      She likes to think we're in love   She like to think that we're in love