She looks in his eyes

He looks away.

She chalks it up as another-one-of-those-days

If there's a reason he's comin' home late,

She hasn't heard it yet.



She warms up his dinner,

But he can't eat.

She makes conversation,

When he don't speak.

He shakes his head as the silence screams.

But she hasn't heard it yet.



Chorus

If only love could cry out loud

It'd be enough

To send this old house crashin' down.

Still she'll choose to turn her head

Because it's easier to deny

Than to admit he's been telling her goodbye

But she hasn't heard it yet.



He tosses and turns in his eazy chair.

While she's sound asleep in the bed upstairs.

But her heart is breakin' then and then

And she hasn't heard it yet.



He leaves his ring as souvenir

And says so long to himself in the hallway mirror.

He's just closed the door on eighteen years.

And she hasn't heard it yet.



Chorus



Yeah, It's easier to deny

Than to admit he's been telling her goodbye.

And she hasn't heard it yet.

No, no

She hasn't heard it yet.