Tell him, I’m not home
I borrow a dime to call up
A friend that could rely on
She put the phone down
And I hear in the background
Somebody talk to her
She says ‘tell him, am not around’
My face is broken
My throat is chocking
I hang up the phone in disbelief
And to make matters worse
I can remember I were the first
And only one to come
To her when lonely was her every day
But if what
I did come from her heart
And not expecting
Then I should not waste
One heartbeat on any regretting