One Foot Out The Door

This time she really tried

Came home and the place was decorated

Put his pictures in frames

Even ones of his friends

That she hated

She smiled from the couch

Awaiting for him to come over

He put down his suitcase

Gave her a kiss on the shoulder

I couldn't wait to see you

My baby boy

I'm tired of keeping score

Every time you get home

It feels to me

You've got one foot out the door

She taught me how to dance

In the evening light of her little kitchen

She whispered with her soft hands

And told me things that she always wished for

Then I get so dizzy

For this conversation goes in circles

I'm sick of walking in a room

And seeing shifty eyes make nervous faces

I couldn't wait to see you

My baby boy

I'm tired of keeping score

Every time you get home

It feels to me

You've got one foot out the door

Yeah

She's sleeping on her own

For the last few weeks

She couldn't stand the bed

The pillows or the sheets

Everytime you get home

Promise me

Things are going to change

I just wait and see