Reba McEntire Sleeping With The Telephone
I knew who he was
When I took his name
But some how no one
Is just not the same 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
Because I'm 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 neighbor'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
Because I'm 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 loose him in my darkest dreams
And my blood runs cold and my heart skips a beat
So I get up; I can't take anymore
Sometimes I hate how much I love him
But everyday I love him more
And I try not to think he won't come home
But I'm sleeping with the telephone
Something wakes me from where he should be
I reach for him; the telephone rings
