You still smile at me when I come home and you always ask me how my day has been

You dry your face to make me feel there's nothing wrong

As we start another evening of return

You sit and wait for me to tell my usual lie at all excuse to get away from home

And I help you with your coat and straighten up your tie

But as you leave I'm reaching for the phone

This is not a home it's a place where we change close

And walk the floor and wait and watch the clock

No it's not a home this is one of those situations known as marriage on the rocks



You wait from nine to five pretending I'm at home

And yet you know I meet him secretly

How much longer must this game of decieve go on

We'd both be better off if we were free

No it's not a home this is one of those situations known as marriage on the rocks