She never listens to the radio
She takes too many sleeping pills
She doesn't paint the town red at night
She don't need those kind of thrills
TV meals, but she never turns the
I know upon asking her how she feels,
Someone's thrown away the key
One day I'll find out what
And they mean nothing at all
She looks good when she walks tall
She knows that people have their ways
And she has her ways, too
And the good times pull her through
But one day I'll find out when
All this confusion, and all of this pain
All of these lonely nights
Never to see her happy again
In a closed room without any lights
She never listens to the radio
She takes too many sleeping pills
She don't go out on the town at night
She don't live with those county thrills
No pardon asking how she feels
Someone's thrown away the key
But one day I'll find out