In the afternoon she sits and waits for him to come
Two swollen ankles count the time, nervous fingers trace
Across the cold linoleum, the kitchen wall
Receives her sigh, "Oh, can you hear me, Joe?"
She tries to call across the veil, her lips are trembling now
Can't hear his voice, can't feel him near, she says
"Save me, save me, why don't you save me
From the pain of losing you? Save me, save me
Why don't you save me from this hell I'm going through? "
The dinner table looks so strange without him sitting there
The bed is empty on his side, for forty years this house
Has held the fire of love they shared but now the garden slowly dies
He said he'd never leave her alone to face the day
What kind of God is this that'll take him back and make her stay
Save me, save me, why don't you save me
From the pain of losing you? Save me, save me
Why don't you save me from this hell I'm going through?
The kids try to come around, try to make some time to see me
I know, the busy lives they lead keep them from these memories
