Morning Light

And it seems so strange to me The way you change when you come home You drink a little and you can't stop Staring at the telephone You wash your hands on the white clothe You hung beside the mirror Till the numbers get blurry And the morning light shimmers Oh 'Cause you know she's not coming home Well it seems so strange to me How she pretended not the notice The lipstick on her collar And the numbers in her wallet Packed her life in her suitcase Left a note on the dresser Put her pictures in the fireplace 'Cause she knew you wouldn't miss her Oh And now she's not coming home Now she's heading for the border Colors not in light Left an all-nighter Drive into the morning light When there's home to make way And she hates to say goodbye