Photograph - The Soviettes

It’s been a while since the letter

But you still got this photograph

And everyday that goes by

She thinks «boy are you coming back?»

She broke down last night

But her friends say it’s too soon to think like that

It feels like the hoping and waiting will bring on a heart attack

Every morning she wakes up and she stares at that photograph

She crossed her fingers in hopes it will bring him back home at last

She’s back on the phone, but they say there’s too much of a waiting list

He’s left you behind and alone

She thinks «boy, i can’t handle this»

Is there a next time?

About the last time…

Was there enough attention?

And does he know she loves him?

She some them coming

She felt her heart break

She got the message

You know the one that says that he’s never coming back