She works day and night in a dingy café
Feeding locals and passers by
She never complains of the heartache and pain
But sometimes she breaks down to cry
And her honky-tonk husband spends most of his time
Drinking whiskey and watching TV
And now rumor has it he’s fooling around
But the rumor she does not believe
And the sadness of it all is I could fall
Like rain from the sky for you
And the sadness of it all is I could fall
Like rain from the sky over you
Each night at nine around closing time
He drops by to say hello
We sit down and talk and go for a walk
But that’s just far as it goes
As he walks out the door these feeling inside
Are getting harder and harder to hide
But I keep pretending the part I defending
Won’t walk out and leave me tonight
And the sadness of it all is I could fall
Like rain from the sky for you
And the sadness of it all is I could fall
Like rain from the sky over you
And the sadness of it all is I could fall

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