I called my wife on Monday morning
And got the answering machine.
Then as I listened to her message,
I took off my wedding ring.
Then at the beep I said I’m sorry,
Tonight I won’t be coming home.
Things haven’t been the same between us.
I’ve got to work this out alone.
But if I’m still not home by Sunday,
Don’t bother waiting around for me.
Don’t entertain the thought that someday
You just might hear again from me,
‘Cause if I’m still not home by Sunday,
It means that I’ll be gone for good.
But in my heart, I hope that one day
You’ll see I did the best I could.
I called her back on Wednesday morning
And left a message once again.
I told her I’d been thinking about her,
And I was wondering how she’d been.
I said I know I must have hurt you.
That’s what I never meant to do,
But I need some time to think things over
Before I come back home to you.
Then I called her up on Friday morning
To tell her I was coming home,
But then I got a different message
When I dialed our telephone.
I heard her say that she was sorry,
And she realized that I was right.
So she was going to find her own space,
And she might be home by Sunday night.
April 14, 1994
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