If she never spoke to me
If she never wrote for me
If she never lied with me
Then she wouldn't have to cry for me

Her tears would never touch the sheets
If I and her had ceased to meet
And she would land just on her feet
With dry eyes and a smile

If she had never slept with me
Then maybe life would let her be
So resemblance of the the word "happy"
With another who'd make her smile

If she hadn't made a home with me
If she wasn't alone with me
If she'd hung up the phone with me
Then I would be alone, but maybe that was meant to be