Last night, would be the last good night together.
It's no use. she's got leaving on her mind.
As she walks through that front door, things won't be like they were before.
Another page in a man's broken home.
All he sees are his children's little faces.
It's not right without her by his side.
With a ring of a telephone, telling him, she's all but gone.
Another page in a man's broken home.
How many pages will there be, before a man
Can really see what he wants in this old life.
It's not the money or cars, or liquor and bars,
Just his children and loving wife.
His eyes open, tear drops flow down his cheeks.
He can't believe it, it was all a bad dream.
For she's right by his side, his best friend, his loving bride.
No more pages, and no more broken home.
How many pages will there be, before a man
Can really see what he wants in this old life.
It's not the money or cars, or liquor and bars,
Just his children and loving wife.
If it takes eternity to be the man she wants to see,
Then i've had half a new start
With no more pages and no more broken home…
With no more pages and no more broken home.