She wakes up lonely

She wakes up lonely

She hangs a picture by the phone

She hangs 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 it 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