Shannon drinks her coffee at the breakfast table
She likes to be alone this time of day
She searches for her car keys, she reads the morning paper
The drying ink turns her fingers grey
She answers when he calls her, she lies but he believes her
When she says she doesn't have the time
She's got so much to do now, now that the week is through now
I guess he'll have to wait in line


And what he sees in her he cannot tell
After the ringing of the first-round bell
He's been knocked down, but he'll get back up
And call her again tonight


He searches his surroundings, no arms around him tonight
His head lags and he feels that his troubles are unjustified
Cause when he finds himself alone, and turns to pick up the telephone
Before he even starts the game, you know he's already lost the fight


And what he sees in her he cannot tell
After the ringing of the second-round bell
He's been knocked down, but he'll get back up
And call her again tonight


She wonders what she's done wrong
Why does she deserve to be alone?
But when he comes knocking on her door
You know she'll burn him once more


And what he sees in her he cannot tell
After the ringing of the knockout bell
He's been knocked down, but he'll get back up
And call her again tonight