Sleeping With the Telephone - Reba McEntire, Faith Hill

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