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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
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