Shannon drinks her coffee at the breakfast table   She likes to be alone this time of day   She searches for her car keys, she reads the morning paper   The drying ink turns her fingers grey   She answers when he calls her, she lies but he believes her   When she says she doesn't have the time   She's got so much to do now, now that the week is through now   I guess he'll have to wait in line         And what he sees in her he cannot tell   After the ringing of the first-round bell   He's been knocked down, but he'll get back up   And call her again tonight         He searches his surroundings, no arms around him tonight   His head lags and he feels that his troubles are unjustified   Cause when he finds himself alone, and turns to pick up the telephone   Before he even starts the game, you know he's already lost the fight         And what he sees in her he cannot tell   After the ringing of the second-round bell   He's been knocked down, but he'll get back up   And call her again tonight         She wonders what she's done wrong   Why does she deserve to be alone?   But when he comes knocking on her door   You know she'll burn him once more         And what he sees in her he cannot tell   After the ringing of the knockout bell   He's been knocked down, but he'll get back up   And call her again tonight