sleeping with the telephone

Reba Mcentire

I knew who he was
When I took his name
But somehow knowin'
Is just not the same late at night
He knows the danger
But he does what he does
He calls it duty
But I call it love
So here I am
While he?s gone
To some foreign land

And I cry
'Cause 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
'Cause 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 my blood runs cold and my heart skips a beat
So I get up; I can?t take anymore
Sometimes I hate how much I love him
But everyday I love him more

And I try not to think he won?t come home
But I?m sleeping with the telephone

Something awakes me from where he should be
I reach for him; the telephone rings