(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