If you ever wanna know my number
The phone-books lying on the shelf
I don't care if you never even call me
I can always look up someone else
But even now there's still some times
A when a smile would bore me deep inside
I treated you so wrong I had to wait so long
Now it's my turn to cry
If I could only listen to you
To hear the gentle words you say
My life just wouldn't seem so lonely
You know it would cheer my every day
But now I guess it's all behind me
There ain't nothing that I can do
I threw away my home my everything I'd known
When I walked out on you
Someday I'll guess I'll pack my bags
And go on back to you again
But until that day
All I have are my words and pen
And if you take me I'll be thankful
And if you don't I guess I'll die
I'll treat you good again but until then
It's my turn to cry
I'll treat you good again but until then
It's my turn to cry