In the afternoon 
she sits and waits for him to come 
two swollen ankles count the time 
Nervous fingers trace 
across the cold linoleum 
the kitchen wall receives her sigh 
"Oh, can you hear me, Joe?" 
she tries to call across the veil 
Her lips are trembling now 
can't hear his voice , can't feel him near 
she says "Save me, save me 
why don't you save me from the pain of losing you 
Save me, save me 
why don't you save me from this hell I'm going through" 
The dinner table looks so strange without him sitting there 
the bed is empty on his side 
for forty years this house has held the fire of love they shared 
but now the garden slowly dies 
He said he'd never leave her alone to face the day 
What kind of God is this that'll take him back 
and make her stay 
"Save me, save me 
why don't you save me from the pain of losing you 
save me, save me 
why don't you save me from this hell I'm going through? 
The kids try to come around, 
try to make some time to see me, 
I know, the busy lives they lead 
keep them from these memories"