Reba McEntire — Sleeping With The Telephone

I knew who he was When I took his name But some how no one Is just not the same 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 because 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 because 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 wakes me from where he should be I reach for him, the telephone rings