That's All She Wrote

He's an ordinary man, in a solitary room.
Holding a faded photograph that seals the entrance of his tomb.
And there's an oil burning lamp casting shadows on the wall.
But the dancer that remains plays to an empty music hall.

That's all she wrote,
That's all she said,
In a folded note on the night stand by his bed.

And there's a tarnished wedding band in a box upon the shelf.
He can remember it on her hand, he wears a matching one himself.
As he pours another glass, he slowly stumbles to his feet.
He hardly ever leaves the house, he orders in from down the street.

That's all she wrote,
That's all she said,
In a folded note on the night stand by his bed.
That's all she wrote,
That's all she said,
In a folded note on the night stand by his bed.

And on that cold December morning,
He should have seen the early warnings,
But his love was truly blind.
And now his never ending mourning
Makes him curse each day for dawning.
And as the angels stood beside her,
He could have sworn there were tears in their eyes.

From the corner of the room there's a tender, longing cry
That stirs him from his self concern and wipes the cobwebs from his mind
And a tiny little hand reaches out for him to hold.
Not old enough to understand why her daddy lives alone.

(And he won't believe)
That's all she wrote,
(With every word he reads)
That's all she said,
(She ain't coming back.)
In a folded note on the night stand by his bed.

That's all she wrote,
(She ain't coming back.)

He's an ordinary man.

©1994 Eric Stuart/p Little Black Book (BMI)