Four

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 And she telephones me To ask me if I'm coming home 
She says "Will you be coming home?" 
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