Why can't he turn it down
He keeps that TV up so Loud that
And every time I turn a page
He starts to talk about his day
Can't he see I'm tryin' to read
He keeps it sixty eight degrees
In all the years we've been
I sat there wonderin' to myself
Why he wears those same old clothes
That I'm dyin' in this house
the town in quite a while
And can't he tell what mood
The way I've got my back to him
In all the years we've been
You'd think he'd know me better
I sat there thinkin' to myself
Why's he been comin' home so late
I sat there ly in' to myself
About the suitcase in the hall
The night I heard him call her
He said he'd been thinkin'
The way I've treated him like
And I've forgotten how to love
And right before he drove away
Through his tears he tried to say
That I don't talk to him enough
In all the years we've been
Why don't he know me better