Maybe it was the way he walked 
Or the way he combed his hair 
Could have been the fancy words 
Or the sweet wine in the air 

Wasn't the muddy shoes she'd hear 
Slow coming up the hall 
Or the faces in the pictures 
That were hanging on the wall 
 
Knock down the door to Reva's house 
There's something going on 
The dogs were barking late last night 
There's something going wrong 

Maybe she hoped he would just go away 
And wake up alone in bed 
Maybe there was no reason 
For the things that he had said

Didn't find the matches 
Couldn't light them in the dark 
Could only hear the sound 
Of the breaking of her heart 

"Don't know where to run to 
I don't know where to hide 
Can't hold my head up anymore 
Don't listen when I cry"