What Were the Chances

When I left you alone to fight your battles Of long winters and motels what went through your mind? How is it that you made it? How is it that you noticed? It wasn't me who was looking at you Through foggy glass or windows... it was them. I was out in Coolidge with my head on a counter Drinking down my chance to ever return to anyone. No I wasn't faking it... the hurt I felt was real And all that was holy just slowly disappeared Or just appeared in parking lots of truck stops. The lights all blinking and now all I'm thinking is "How the hell did I get here?" Does your husband know that I call you sweetheart? Does he know that I call you at all? It's not like you are cheating we're only meeting In hotels and not your home. Would you change your last name to mine? I think your kids will mind. I was in the desert waving planes and burning phone books To a tune that was famous the year I was born. Do not leave me dancing alone. Pick up the phone and call me lover Say come and get me I am home...