She sits alone beside the telephone Will he ring or call or come back home Rooms seem somehow too large and cold She'll buy things tomorrow and fill up the holes She thinks she hears footsteps outside the door But it's no one there like all the times before In the next room a baby wakes The night falls apart with every move she makes And he's over in the bar just across the road Not far away but enough to make him feel bold Every drink seems just to seal his fate He'd like to leave but now it seems too late He thinks somehow he's deserved some kind of better deal How could she ever understand the way that he feels Sometimes he looks back across the road The streets so wide and the nights so cold Trying to find something else to help forget She watches news, views late-night film on her TV set When the picture's no longer there She still doesn't move, seems a part of the chair A last coffee, another cigarette He won't come back now before she goes to bed In the next room a baby cries But she's asleep now and it cries and cries