This time she really tried
Came home and the place was decorated
Put his pictures in frames

Even ones of his friends
That she hated


She smiled from the couch
Awaiting for him to come over
He put down his suitcase

Gave her a kiss on the shoulder

I couldn't wait to see you

My baby boy

I'm tired of keeping score

Every time you get home
It feels to me
You've got one foot out the door


She taught me how to dance
In the evening light of her little kitchen

She whispered with her soft hands
And told me things that she always wished for


Then I get so dizzy
For this conversation goes in circles
I'm sick of walking in a room

And seeing shifty eyes make nervous faces

I couldn't wait to see you

My baby boy

I'm tired of keeping score

Every time you get home
It feels to me
You've got one foot out the door

Yeah

She's sleeping on her own

For the last few weeks
She couldn't stand the bed
The pillows or the sheets


Everytime you get home
Promise me

Things are going to change
I just wait and see