And when he calls she don’t answer
When he comes ’round she’s not home
She bears another kind of burden
She’s got a mind of her own
Hey-all she wanted was love

He could smother her days in word bouquets
And genuine valentine rhetoric
He could read her mind like a manuscript
And never notice her heart in-between the lines

And when he calls she don’t answer
When he comes ‘round she’s not home
She bears another kind of burden
She’s got a life of her own
Hey-all she wanted was love

He would be holding her hand they would save the world
Another sacrifice for another cause
And another cause and a hundred more
But a war’s a war and a girl’s a girl

And when he calls she don’t answer
When he comes ‘round she’s not home
She bears another kind of burden
She’s got a soul of her own
Hey-all she wanted was love


From Dry Bones Dance
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