She wakes up lonely
She wakes up lonely
She hands a picture by the phone
She hands a picture by the phone
Yeah, she doesn't think we're gonna make it
But when I'm home we're sleeping naked
And we pretend that we're in love
She wakes up lonely
She telephones me
To ask me if I'm coming home
She says will you be coming home
Yeah, she doesn't think we're gonna make it
But when I'm home we're sleeping naked
And we pretend that we're in love
it was different when we thought
That we wanted the same thing
Everything was figured out
Now if doesn't make much sense
it's just another thing she can't get
She doesn't think we're gonna make it
But when I'm home we're sleeping naked
And we pretend that we're in love
Yeah, she likes to think that we're in love