(Jan Crutchfield)
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As her key unlocks the front door
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I reach out to find a light so she can see
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Then I wait to hear her story
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Why she stayed out late tonight & she tells me
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That it really wasn't her fault
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If she'd had her ways she'd have been home hours ago
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That's when her tears start to flowin'
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& she swears it's true but in my heart I know
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When I'm sure that I've convinced her
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That I believe her story then I turn away
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I don't let her know she's hurt me
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'Cause the words stick in my throat I wanna say
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& I'm so afraid I'll lose her
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If she knew I knew the truth she just might go
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So I listen to her story
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Try to hide the hurt, but in my heart I know
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She's lying, there's not a word of truth in her crying
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& still I've got this awful urge to take her in my arms & hold her tight
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God, I know she's lying, a little more of me keeps on dying
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Oh how I wish that I could be the one that she's been lyin' with tonight
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Instead of me I'd rather be the one that she's been lyin' with tonight
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She's lying
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She's Lying
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| Lee Greenwood |
