It's almost twelve o'clock but what's one more night Among so many nights I sit here all alone Though I must admit by now I'm used to it And I'm not surprised that you're not home Since you've grown tired of me I guess eventually I'll get tired too of waiting some night But until I do would it be too much to ask of you To just call me and tell me you're all right It would only take a dime and the time it takes to call And all I want to know is that you're all right that's all that's all I know that it's too late we're gonna separate I'd be a fool to think we could go on And I know by now how I've failed you as a wife somehow And some of my feelings for this shell of a home are gone Yes it's too late for me and you there's not much left for us to do But I still worry about you every night So until we're really through is it too much to ask of you To just call me and tell me you're all right I'd do that much for you if you ever asked me to Just call me and tell me you're all right