(jan crutchfield)

as her key unlocks the front door
i reach out to find a light so she can see
then i wait to hear her story
why she stayed out late tonight & she tells me
that it really wasn´t her fault
if she´d had her ways she´d have been home hours ago
that´s when her tears start to flowin´
& she swears it´s true but in my heart i know

when i´m sure that i´ve convinced her
that i believe her story then i turn away
i don´t let her know she´s hurt me
´cause the words stick in my throat i wanna say
& i´m so afraid i´ll lose her
if she knew i knew the truth she just might go
so i listen to her story
try to hide the hurt, but in my heart i know

she´s lying, there´s not a word of truth in her crying
& still i´ve got this awful urge to take her in my arms & hold her tight
god, i know she´s lying, a little more of me keeps on dying
oh how i wish that i could be the one that she´s been lyin´ with tonight
instead of me i´d rather be the one that she´s been lyin´ with tonight
she´s lying