The things you say are so funny, if I had more
I'd tell you honey. It's you I love and want to see, yet all
you do is doubt me. It is trust that you lack
another "man" has slacked. It is he not me that you doubt.

Its here you dwell and dream of somewhere swell.
I wish I could run from what you call hell.
I sit in my cell hoping all turns well
I smooth my dress and wait for the cold spell.

Now you rant and you rave, hurting me so
ruining everything we worked so hard to grow.
You march off on down the road
to your hiding place I know you will go..

Each time I watch my man march off
I shut down more and wait for the war.
Why do you say you hear what I say?
But the very next time I watch in dismay