Cry - Sheena Easton

I heard a cry at night, I heard him slam the door

There was a screech of tyres, but he’ll be back for sure

Now through my apartment wall, I can hear her sweet tears startin' to fall

So cry, baby, wash out your heart

Hang your life out to dry and make a new start

Then came a telephone ring, it was a logical thing

I left it for a while, I let her hang up and redial

Then I picked up the telephone, 'n I said «Don't worry, honey

No no no, no no no, you’re not alone»

It was a tale unwound, I’d heard it all before

And nothin' I could say would ever ease her pain

Still I picked up the telephone, 'n I said «Don't worry, honey

No no no, no no no, no no no, no no no, you’re not alone»

Chorus repeats out