(Liz Hengber/Bob Regan)
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She can hear his car, as it pulls in the drive.
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She can whisper a prayer: "Thank God, he's alive."
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She can meet him at the door; catch him when he falls.
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She can even believe that it isn't his fault.
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But she can't save him
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She can make his coffee, in the cold light of day.
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She can make his excuses: tell the boss he'll be late.
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She can wave at the neighbours, then kiss him goodbye,
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And not say a word 'bout what happened last night.
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But she can't save him.
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Sometimes she dreams that he's caught in a stream,
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And the water keeps pulling him down.
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She reaches for him, as he pulls her in.
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She wakes just before she drowns.
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She can remember the man that he was,
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And still shed a tear for what he's become.
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She can live in that house until the day,
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She sees that it's only herself she can save.
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But she can't save him.
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And that day she'll know she hasn't failed,
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'Cos nothing can change until he saves himself.
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No, she can't save him.
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No, she can't save him.
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No, she can't save him.
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She Can't Save Him
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| Lisa Brokop |
