(Giselle Brohman/Jason Barry)
There`s a little two-room house just outside of town
With a little picket fence and the blinds pulled down
A wife with two young kids
She sees them off to bed
As she waits for her husband to come home
Lately she`s been doing a lot of thinking
About the arguments and why she`s hurting
Is it worth the extra mile
To hang on for a little while
When she`s had all the heartache she can stand
And her mama`s words still echo in her head
Girl, he can`t talk without his hands
What`s made you stay this long I don`t understand
If you leave now you might still have a chance
`Cause girl, he can`t talk without his hands
There`s a little two-room house just a few miles down
The little girl`s grown up and she`s married now
Tears on a window pane
With a baby on the way
As she waits for her husband to come home
She calls her mama up on the telephone
She says it`s getting dark and I`m all alone
Can we talk for a little while
Mama says what`s the matter child
But she knows that her baby`s been misled
And her mama`s words still echo in her head
She said, girl, he can`t talk without his hands
What`s made you stay this long I don`t understand
If you leave now you might still have a chance
`Cause girl, he can`t talk without his hands