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Do these women know
     I have a name?
Do these women know
     I won't go away?

She waits till she knows
   You won't be alone,
To call, to cry, to tell you
   Her sorrows.
A widow she's become
   From a man she didn't love,
   Married in haste,
When a committment from you
   She couldn't arrange.

Do these woman know
   I have a name?
Do they know
   I wont go away?

So, what are you doing?
   She asks through her tears.
Its less than an hour or more
   Before midnight,
"Grilling a steak."
   You shift on your legs
   Head down in the phone
   Face reddening, hand clenched
Wine glass in hand, night breeze behind.
   You dont see me
Admiring your strength, your vulerablity
As I watch throught the panes
   Of the kitchen glass.

Do these womwn know
   I have a name?
Do they know
   I'm not going away?

I've chases all my formers
   Away from my door
Cut off friendships
   With lovers before
Made my self available
   For whatever for
Opened my heart
Opened my soul
Opened whatever
   I have to open

Don't these women know?
Dont they?
I have name
(Someday ours could be the same)

But its not easy
   With these phone calls at night
She waits till she knows
   For certain,you won't be alone
He died on a Monday
Buried on a Thursday
Then calls on Saturday
Night
Late.

Don't these women know
I have a name
Dont they know
I'm not going anywhere.

I know these women
   They all have a claim
They shared a pantry,
   A bed, and a life
   With you, for awhile
Do they think it won't
   Last
Do they think
   You are waiting
For them
   To come back?

Don't these women know
   That I have a name
Don't they know
   I'm not going away?

...Or have you not told them?