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."

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