I knew who he was when I took his name
But somehow knowing is just not the same late at night
He knows the danger but he does what he does
He calls it duty but I call it love, so here I am
While he's gone to some foreign land
And I cry cos I'm all alone
And the nights get so cold and long
And I try not to think he wont come home
But I'm sleeping with the telephone
The yellow ribbon on my neighbours gate
He laughs and leaves with his gun and his blue uniform
And I pray god keeps him safe from harm
And I cry cos I'm all alone
And the nights get so cold and long
And I try not to think he wont come home
But I'm sleeping with the telephone
I lose him in my darkest dreams
And my blood runs cold and my heart skips a beat
So I get up, I can't take any more
Sometimes I hate how much I love him
But every day I love him more
And I try not to think he wont come home
But I'm sleeping with the telephone
Something awakes me from where he should be
I reach for him, the telephone rings
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