Из альбома: Buenos Noches from a Lonely Room
(Dwight Yoakam)
My friends tried to tell me you were steppin' around
But I wouldn't hear it, I shut them all down
But now I'm a thinkin' you've made a fool out of me
'Cause the words that are slippin' spell grief and misery
Chorus:
One more name, one more name you call out in your sleep
One more name and I'll know it's not a lie
One more name, one more name that from your lips does creep
One more name and our love will surely die
Haunted and tortured by the rumors about you
Listening in silence to whispers of truth
Deceived by the soft kiss you forge every day
While each night those same lips give your secret away
Chorus:
One more name, one more name you call out in your sleep
One more name and I'll know it's not a lie
One more name, one more name that from your lips does creep
One more name and our love will surely die
Repeat Chorus