He was never there when needed, and oh how much she pleaded,
Saying, darling, won't you stay home just one time;
He'd just smile and say, I'm sorry, but there's no need to worry,
Just gonna meet some army buddies, drink some beer and fight the war.
In the kitchen making wishes, as she tidies up the dishes,
On another lonely weekend, and the wine she drank alone;
And the nights they hold no pity in the cold of New York City,
As she waits there in the darkness to hear his key turn in the door.
Then one night he came home sober with a longing just to hold her,
When he found the note she'd written waiting by the telephone;
And she said, I'll always love you, and I never will forget you,
But I just can't take this lonely feeling anymore.
She said, I'm going to California to taste the sunshine and the wine,
Sit beside the rolling ocean and slowly pass the time;
Reading books and old love stories and forget about my worries,
And maybe, who knows maybe, we'll meet again sometime.
Now the nights are long and lonely, as he sits and watches TV,
Drinking beer and chasing whiskey, wondering where it all went wrong;
And his eyes are tired and burning from the dreams that keep returning,
And all his yesterdays they won't leave him alone.
She said, I'm going to California to taste the sunshine and the wine,
Sit beside the rolling ocean and slowly pass the time;
Reading books and old love stories and forget about my worries,
And maybe, who knows maybe, we'll meet again sometime.