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

And she telephones me

To ask me if I'm coming home

She says "Will you be coming home?"

CHORUS

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 pretend that we're in love, yeah

She likes to think that we're in love

She likes to think that we're in love