he cries in his house 
she cries in hers 
is each mile between them 
a blessing or a curse? 
the noise was too painful 
but the silence is worse 
when he cries in his house 
and she cries in hers 

she paces her house 
and he paces his 
reliving the locked eyes 
the quick touch and the kiss 
who made up their story 
to end it like this? 
with her pacing her house 
and him pacing his. 

and patsy cline keeps fallin' to pieces 
and they let her 'cause she does it so well 
her heartbreak is clean 
not caught in between 
the long road to heaven 
and the fast road to hell 

what she now calls her house 
they used to call theirs 
their best times between them 
are now tables and chairs 
the flood of old mem'ries 
catch her unawares 
when she cries in her house 
that used to be theirs 

and patsy cline keeps fallin' to pieces 
and they let her 'cause she does it so well 
her heartbreak is clean 
not caught in between 
the truth and what the truth cannot tell 

he danced into her life 
she waltzed into his 
they dreamed of what could be 
and seldom of what is 
so there will be moments 
when they more than miss 
when he was in her life 
and she was in his 

when he was her life 
and she was his 

Words & Music by Harriet Schock