The thought of you leaviní
doesnít sit with me well
even though I know itís for your good.
I know you hear my tears on the telephone
With me the city groans for its loss.
To buy one more hour or to spend one more day with you
Tell me how and Iíll pay that cost.

The reality of you leaviní
hasnít hit me yet,
hasnít hit me that hard on my sleeve.
I know you hear my heart breakiní on the telephone
I just want one more day and one more week,
one last kiss to place on your cheek.
Címon girl, you know Iíll pay that cost

The thought of you leaviní
doesnít sit with me well
I know you feel the home fires burn
all in the hopes of your soon return
Címon girl, you donít want to claim that loss, too,
of one more week and one more year,
címon baby, Iíll dry your tears

Well the thought of you leaviní
helps me see how selfish Iíve been....
I feel that one day youíll come home again.
I just donít know how or when.
Or maybe itís a lie that Iím believiní in.
But we gotta have faith and live our lives
and then one day find out what we just bought.