Must have been something you did to this little heart of mine. I'm quietly happy today, like i've never been before. And i feel like i've known you for a very long time. But when your man comes home, i won't know you anymore.
There will be no promises, only secrets to keep. Only an echo of your voice ringing in my ear. I will read you a story, and you'll be smiling in your sleep. But when your man comes home, i will disappear.
They wrote it a long time ago, but they wanted us to learn. To feel, to long, to burn. The body must be crazy, the spirit must be strong, living away from you so long.
Cold wind blowing through the valley and the lonely little hearts, chanting your name in the distance like a bird call. I can hear it already, days before it starts. But when your man comes home, i won't love you at all.