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Texty: Curtis Stigers. It Never Comes.

You're sitting there cryin' at home
Waiting by the telephone
He's out runnin' around
Thinking that you'll never know

But you've played this game before
He breaks your heart again
You take him back and then it's over
Almost over

Except the loneliness
Of a long distance love
He looks for happiness
In the arms of another

Now tell me how many teardrops will fall
While you're waiting for that telephone call
That never comes, no, no
It never comes

You feel so alone
Especially when the night comes
So you go out
Hoping that you'll meet someone

To kill this pain inside
You let him take you home
And all the pain is gone away
But in the light of day

You see the loneliness
Of a long distance love
You look for tenderness
In the arms of another

Now tell me how many teardrops will fall
While he's waiting for that telephone call
Tell me how many teardrops will fall
While you're waiting for that telephone call
That never comes, no, no
It never comes

You still believe in the happy ever after
After the pain comes the love and the laughter
So you wait in vain and you wonder
Will it never comes?
It never comes

How many teardrops will fall
While you're waiting for that telephone call
Tell me, tell me, tell me how many teardrops will fall
While you're waiting for that telephone call

That never comes, no, no
It never comes, no, no
It never, never comes, no, no
It never comes

It never comes
I know, I know, I know it never, never, never comes
It never comes
I know, I know, I know