Hard to Say

Wrinkled shirt, hair pinned up
Sleepy smile and a coffee cup
She’s so beautiful when she wakes up
She takes his breath away
He wants to find the words to tell her
But it’s hard to say

Punching in, moving stock
A busy morning on the loading dock
She’s on his mind and his eye’s on the clock
She gets him through the day
He hopes she knows how much he loves her
‘Cause it’s hard to say

But she can’t know his mind
She can’t hear his heart
And he can’t see his silence
Is tearing them apart

Empty house, empty bed
Too many things left unsaid
Still in shock from the note he read
She just couldn’t stay
He wonders if she’s coming back
It’s hard to say