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