Michael's Song

She sits on the bed, she
combs her hair
And waits for the telephone to ring
They just liked a day in a hotel room
Her mother's waiting on the line

"Where have you been?"
she said
"We thought you might be dead;
How could you be so
unkind?
What is on your mind?"

Her dad caught the man that took that girl
I saw it on the news
"Oh mother, got to go,
you're worrying
And Michael's coming back soon."

"Where have you been?"
she said
"We thought you might be dead;
How could you be so
unkind?
What is on your mind?"

She sits on the bed, she
combs her hair
But Michael never came
back