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 backNow 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' againShe 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 chairIn 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 awayBack when children played their games
London bridge and Jesse James
She captured flags, she bounced the ball
And every time she beat them allAnd 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 everywhereYou 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