(Mary Chapin Carpenter)
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Every night she sleeps alone
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And by her bed she puts the phone
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And every morning after that
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She takes the phone and puts it back
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He's got a wife back home and three kids up and grown
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But these are things that go unsaid
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He might call her from the road just in time to say hello
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And goodbye again
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She keeps his picture tucked away
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She thinks she'll have it framed one day
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And maybe he'll come see it there
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Hanging by her rocking chair
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In a corner of her room on a Sunday afternoon
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When all the world is dull and gray
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She might close her eyes and sit, rocking gently for a bit
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Till all the bad thoughts go away
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Back when children played their games
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London Bridge and Jesse James
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She captured flags, she bounced the ball
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And every time, she beat them all
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And now she comes home to a cat in a three-room walk-up flat
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And plays a game of solitaire
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Well she made a fist last night, and she broke the hallway light
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And the pieces scattered everywhere
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You see, he's got a wife back home and three kids up and grown
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But these are things that go unsaid
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He might call her from the road just in time to say hello
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And goodbye again
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Goodbye Again
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Mary Chapin Carpenter |