He’ll tell you he doesn’t love you
I’ll tell you when you come back home
You make me feel like a coast
Where I’m the sand
And you are the sea
You always come back to me
Trailing here like a nonstop, dancing tide

He’ll tell you he doesn’t miss you
I’ll tell you when you come back home
You make me feel like a little dog
Where I wait for you by the door
And you jangle your keys
You always come back to me
Trailing here like a working woman

He’ll tell you he doesn’t care
I’ll tell you when you come back home
You make me feel like a tree
Where I am the leafs
And you are my branches
You always come back to me
Trailing here like a changing season

But he is the moon
But he is your job
But he is winter

And you are drying up
And you are broke
And you are decaying

I’ll be left alone again,
You go back to your patrol,
And he’ll keep not caring,