| When I left you alone to fight your battles
|
| Of long winters and motels what went through your mind?
|
| How is it that you made it?
|
| How is it that you noticed?
|
| It wasn’t me who was looking at you
|
| Through foggy glass or windows, it was them
|
| I was out in Coolidge with my head on a counter
|
| Drinking down my chances to ever return to anyone
|
| No I wasn’t faking it, the hurt I felt was real
|
| And all that was holy just slowly disappeared
|
| Or just appeared in parking lots of truck stops
|
| The blinking lights, and now all I’m thinking is
|
| «How the hell did I get here?»
|
| Does your husband know I call you sweetheart?
|
| Does he know that I call you at all?
|
| It’s not like you are cheating we’re only meeting
|
| In hotels and not your home
|
| Would you change your last name to mine?
|
| I think my kids would mind
|
| I think my kids would mind
|
| I was in the desert waving planes and burning phone books
|
| To a tune that was famous the year I was born
|
| Do not leave me dancing alone
|
| Pick up the phone and call me lover
|
| Say come and get me I am home
|
| Please pick up the phone
|
| Please pick up the phone |