Song Description

Story of a woman about to leave her alcoholic husband for another man she has loved for years

Lyrics

I wrote a poem to your wife
That she didn't think you'd find
Or maybe she just figured
That you simply wouldn't mind
'Cause for years inside the house you share
You've lived so far away
Kissing tall green bottles
Getting sicker every day

She folded what I'd written
In the pages of a book
And put it in her stocking drawer
The first place I'd have looked
I guess that it was just her way of
Trying to clear the air
So why was she surprised
When my poem wasn't there

She turned to me for love she knows
She'll never have with you
She turned to me to share a dream
That really might come true
I'm sorry that I've added to
The burdens of your life
I'm so sorry that you had to read
My poem to your wife

I wish that I could tell you
It's as simple as it seems
That she had not turned out to be
The woman of my dreams
And that her love for me
Had not been buried deep for years
But you're not the only man in town
Who's sleeping in his tears

It started out so sweetly
Quiet feelings in the room
Deep smiles and sad confessions
That your house felt like a tomb
When we finally faced the music
It was choice and it was fate
By the time she got your attention
It had long since been too late

I hope that you recover
From your sorrow and your haze
That you find the perfect woman
To share your better days
But a twenty-year-old girl
Is way too young to make that vow
She knew this long ago
And everybody knows it now

She turned to me for love she knows, etc.

Copyright 1996 Harold Howland Music (BMI)
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