(nancy lee baxter)



He's distant most of the time

He's busy too much on his mind

He rarely answers her back

She doesn't ask



He tiptoes in late at night

He changes without the light

He's been this way in the past

So she doesn't ask



She doesn't ask

If he's still working overtime

She doesn't ask

If he's coming or going

She's tired of the same old lines

She doesn't ask



She's loved him

Through all the years

Three children and two careers

She wonders if it will last

But she doesn't know



She doesn't ask

Why they're living such different lives

She doesn't ask

Why they sleep in the same bed

Always on separate sides

She doesn't ask



Will he cry when she is gone

Will he stay lonely for long

Does he know she won't be back

She doesn't ask






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