Comes and Goes

Judging by your pauses on the phone

What's left unsaid is better left unknown

Maybe we'd be better off alone

The way we used to feel, it only comes & goes

It comes & goes

In the middle of the night I'm pleading

And I know that you're not really sleeping

By the half-light of the dawn I'm seething

Counting every minute until you're leaving

You come & go

At least we used to care enough to shout

Now we'd rather have our peace than have it out

Uncertainty's been swallowed up by doubt

I guess this is what my folks were always sighing about