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Every night she sleeps aloneAnd by her bed she puts the phoneAnd every morning after thatShe takes the phone and puts it backHe's got a wife back home and three kids up and grownBut these are things that go unsaidHe might call her from the road just in time to say helloAnd goodbye againShe keeps his picture tucked awayShe thinks she'll have it framed one dayAnd maybe he'll come see it thereHanging by her rocking chairIn a corner of her room on a Sunday afternoonWhen all the world is dull and grayShe might close her eyes and sit, rocking gently for a bitTill all the bad thoughts go awayBack when children played their gamesLondon Bridge and Jesse JamesShe captured flags, she bounced the ballAnd every time, she beat them allAnd now she comes home to a cat in a three-room walk-up flatSongtexteAnd plays a game of solitaireWell she made a fist last night, and she broke the hallway lightAnd the pieces scattered everywhereYou see, he's got a wife back home and three kids up and grownBut these are things that go unsaidHe might call her from the road just in time to say helloAnd goodbye again Aus Songtexte Mania