(nancy lee baxter)

He's distant most of the time
He's busy too much on his mind
He rarely answers her back
She doesn't ask

He tiptoes in late at night
He changes without the light
He's been this way in the past
So she doesn't ask

She doesn't ask
If he's still working overtime
She doesn't ask
If he's coming or going
She's tired of the same old lines
She doesn't ask

She's loved him
Through all the years
Three children and two careers
She wonders if it will last
But she doesn't know

She doesn't ask
Why they're living such different lives
She doesn't ask
Why they sleep in the same bed
Always on separate sides
She doesn't ask

Will he cry when she is gone
Will he stay lonely for long
Does he know she won't be back
She doesn't ask