She wakes up lonely
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
And 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 and now it doesn't make much sense

Yeah
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
She likes to think we're in love
She likes to think that we're in love