Faith Hill Sleeping With The Telephone
Faith Hill & Reba McEntire
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 'cause I’m all alone
And the nights get so cold and long
And I try not to think he won’t come home
But I’m sleeping with the telephone
The yellow ribbon on my neighbour’s gate
always reminds me that someone's awake just like me
I hear the sirens and i watch the news
He laughs and leaves with his gun and his blue uniform
And I pray god keeps him safe from harm
And I cry 'cause I’m all alone
And the nights get so cold and long
And I try not to think he won’t 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 won’t come home
But I’m sleeping with the telephone
Something awakes me from where he should be
I reach for him, the telephone rings
