© 2006 by Sandra L. Reay, Colorado Sandstorm Music, BMI

She watches his truck roll in
Counts the days till it rolls back out
They can go for a week maybe if they don't speak
Of those things they fight about

Maybe this time he'll help with the babies
Maybe this time he'll paint their room
Maybe he will recall that the light in the hall
Has been broken since early last June

He knows it isn't a motel
It isn't a roadside cafe
He just can't get up, leave a buck by the cup
Turn his back and drive away

She got caught between starlight and sunshine
Woke up in the cold light of day
She dreamed of the life she'd have as his wife
She can't make it turn out that way

Maybe this time he'll help with the children
Maybe this time he'll fix the fence
Maybe he will recall he broke the light in the hall
It’s been hanging like that ever since

She watches his truck roll in
Counts the days till it rolls back out
They can go for a week maybe if they don't speak
Of those things they fight about

All those things they fight about
All those things they fight about