cold shoulder
Garth Brooks - 《collection》
Three thirty in the morning
The city's lookin' like a ghost town
On a moonless summer night
Raindrops on the windshield
There's a storm moving in
He's headin' back from somewhere
That he never should have been
She's pacin' by the telephone
In her faded flannel gown
That's kept him out all night
And the lightnin' strikes
She's waitin' by the window
When he pulls into the drive
She rushes out to hold him
A strange e new perfume blows
And the lightnin' flashes in her eyes
And he knows that she knows
And the lightnin' strikes