he runs out the door to catch a plane
at times the traveling just seems insane
given it all to do over again
he would have picked a different road, been in a different episode
may have gone a different way
'cause now he understands the real price you pay

he looks at her, she says she understands
she doesn't push for her own demands
she quietly sits just wringing her hands
just a hint of sadness in her eye, he's not sure what that may imply
as she pours herself a glass of rose'
as it hits him with the real, real price you pay

he turns off the desk light as the telephone rings
just wants to walk away, see what tomorrow brings
but he picks it up and then he must deal with those things
at home the table's long been set, at the head of the table there's just a silhouette
on his way home he picks up another bouquet
and contemplates the real, real price you pay

he tucks them in as they say a prayer
he runs his fingers through their golden hair
and then he collapses in a chair
and his mind begins to roam, he's got to keep his house a home
before he throws it all away
and wakes up to find the real price he's paid


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