Текст 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

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 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