| 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 | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| 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 | |
| [Chorus] | |
| 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" | |
| [Chorus] |