A pillow, radio, and magazine
Is all the comfort I had to go to sleep
Tears rolling from my eyes
Hold your pajamas in my arms,
pretend you're here with me
Now you're ready to do right
But it's too late, life must go on
I can't take the chance of
And less of me coming home
When a stone is cast into the water
You don't expect to see it again
And if you did you would know it
For the changes it's been through
That's exactly what happened to us,
I'm well enough, and you're well enough
So let's live well enough along
And less of me coming home
Well it does for somebody else
A woman needs her man all the time
You know understanding is the
greatest thing in the world
But misunderstanding is a drag
And our life has been nothing but
a series of misunderstandings
your money is always short
and the bills are never paid.
I misunderstand why you don't
come home for two or three nights.
I misunderstand why you always
have to relax someplace else.
I misunderstand why you're
always picking a fight with me
when I didn't even ask where you've been.
I misunderstand the lipstick on your shirts,
the bobby pins you leave on the car,
and the phone numbers you
so carelessly leave lying around.
If misunderstanding is a crime
Then I'm guilty, I'm guilty,
If life is so good out there on the outside
Then I know you don't mind
Now it's your turn to sit home and cry
I'm tired being the model woman
It only means that you live
And less of me coming home
And less of me coming home
And less of me coming home