He sits in the dark
Double scotch in his hand
Considering why
It didn't turn out like he planed
Stuck at work late at night
She's gone again before the light
She blames the bills
She just won't tell him how she feels
Unconscious of uncommon ground
The walls of pride can't be knocked down
When silence is the only sound
He'll try to tempt her with his smile
But giving in is not her style
His pain is worse with time
Why can't he say what's on his mind
Comfort finds a face
Another man to take his place
Will she go down that road
Saddest story ever told
Unconscious of uncommon ground
The walls of pride can't be knocked down
When silence is the only sound
Unconscious of uncommon ground
Well...
The walls of pride can't be knocked down
When silence is the only sound
He sits in the dark
Double scotch in his hand