Smoke another cigarette, have another drink or two
sit by the telephone 'til morning
she never tells me where she's goin'
but i think it's mighty plain
maybe tomorrow
she'll be back home again
She wasn't like this when i met her
whatever made her change?
now she never even says i love you
she just comes a-rollin' in
never wanting to explain
maybe tomorrow she'll be back home again
Wish that i could meet him
just to tell him who i am
i would like to find out what he has
that i don't have
She never says a thing about him but it's plain as day
she's going somewhere every evening
can't take it too much longer
i think i'm goin' insane
maybe tomorrow she'll be back home again
Wish that i could meet him
just to tell him who i am
i would like to find out what he has
that i don't have
She never says a thing about him but it's plain as day
she's going somewhere every evening
can't take it too much longer
i think i'm goin' insane
maybe tomorrow she'll be back home again