I hear my mother crying in her bedroom, I know I need to go back to bed, For some reason I'm drawn to her tears, As if I could dry them away, To see her happy face, But the tears haven't disappeared, Not since he left with no warning, He's things no where all gone, He left a note saying he'd call, But now word from him after 3 years, Spilling the wine on the floor, I try to hide this pain I'll feel, If he never seems to return, To the house he made for us both.