(Jan Crutchfield)
As her key unlocks the front door
I reach out to find a light so she can see
Then I wait to hear her story
Why she stayed out late tonight & she tells me
That it really wasn`t her fault
If she`d had her ways she`d have been home hours ago
That`s when her tears start to flowin`
& she swears it`s true but in my heart I know
When I`m sure that I`ve convinced her
That I believe her story then I turn away
I don`t let her know she`s hurt me
`Cause the words stick in my throat I wanna say
& I`m so afraid I`ll lose her
If she knew I knew the truth she just might go
So I listen to her story
Try to hide the hurt, but in my heart I know
She`s lying, there`s not a word of truth in her crying
& still I`ve got this awful urge to take her in my arms & hold her tight
God, I know she`s lying, a little more of me keeps on dying
Oh how I wish that I could be the one that she`s been lyin` with tonight
Instead of me I`d rather be the one that she`s been lyin` with tonight
She`s lying