On a cold night in December
I heard you whisper loud
"Baby, I'm leaving and while I'm gone,
You better make me proud."
You threw everything but me in a pillowcase
And walked out the door
I guess I never understood why you left
Or why in the middle of the night I would sweep the floor
These little things I do
Well, baby, they're just distractions
To keep my mind off of you
You call me late one night
From a motel room in Chicago
"Baby I miss you
But it's getting late and I have to go."
I hung up the phone
And lay in bed
Thinking why won't you just come home
And when is this going to end?
These little things I do
Well, baby, it's because I love you
And that's why I will do anything
To keep my mind off of you
It was an early August morning
When the doorbell rang
Everything seemed to stop in place
It was the second time I saw your face
You reached for my hand
But I pulled away
And just as you said you loved me
I had nothing to say
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