No one knows my lady when she's lonely.
No one sees the fantasies and fears my lady hides.
There are those who've shared her love and laughter,
But no one hears my lady when she cries... but me.
No one hears my lady when she cries.
And when she cries, she makes you wanna run
And chase the sun and bring it back
To brighten up a corner of her dark and troubled skies
When she cries.
She walks barefoot through the misty mornin',
Dreams of golden yesterdays reflectin' in her eyes.
But soon the evenin' shadows crowd around her
Frightening my lady till she cries... for me...
Frightening my lady till she cries.
You may have seen her lyin' in your lamplight,
And if you've heard her whispered words, if comes as no surprise.
So be the one she shares her secret smiles with
But send me back my lady when she cries...for me
My lady's gonna need me when she cries.