I see it in your eyes_ Searching through the har_-bour_ And out across_ the bay_ His ring is on your hand_ He called you up from Cle_-veland_ yes_-ter_-day_ Now who's he left_ behind? _ The weather's fine_ he'll soon_ be_ coming_ 'round _ I try to hold_ you clo_-ser_       But your laker's back in_ town_ Every forty days_ He leaves you lying slee_-ping_ And clears_ for Thunder Bay_ You call me on the job_ And cry about how long_ he'll_ be_ a_-way_ You need a coun__-try band_ A cheap ho_-tel and_ me_ to run a_-round_ But for now_    it's o_-ver_        Your laker's back in_ town_   A distant whistle moans across_ the bay_ Pulls_ us a_-part_   The singer says_ "We're gonna slow things_ down"_ Your cheating_ heart_ sounds like a clock run_ down_           Your laker's back in_ town_  |_ _ _  |_ _ _ |_ _ _ |_ _ _|  |_ _ _  |_ _ _ |_ _ _ |_ _ _| |_ _ _   |_ _ _ |_ _ _|_ _ _|   He comes in looking like he owns_ the place_ And he knows_ you're here_   The singer hollers_ "It's the final_ round"_ The final_ beer_ feels like a rock going_ down_           Your laker's back in_ town_ The band has gone away_ They're clearing off the ta_-bles_ And giving me_ the eye__ You took him out the door__ And never thought to turn_ to_ say_ good_-bye_ And I'm the crying fool_ I know that you will call_ and_ I'll_ be_ 'round_ To try to hold you clo_-ser_        'Til your laker's back in_ town_ To try to hold you clo_-ser_        'Til your laker's back in_ town_ To try to hold you clo_-ser_        'Til your laker's back in_ town_