Wanda Jackson
Wanda Jackson
Wanda Jackson
Wanda Jackson
Wanda Jackson
Wanda Jackson
Wanda Jackson
Wanda Jackson
Wanda Jackson
Wanda Jackson
Wanda Jackson
Right now, he's looking for his pants and socks
Can't find the car keys on the dresser top
He'll spill his milk and leave it on the kitchen floor
And as the day wears on, he'll miss me more and more
He'll go to work without a kiss from me
It'll cross his mind he said I'd never leave
Forget his coat and catch a death of cold
And as the day wears on, he'll miss me more and more
He'll tell the guys he's bothered not at all
Then drink his lunch, so he won't have to call
He'll tell himself "I'm home" like the day before
But as the day wears on, he'll doubt it more and more
He'll come home to a house that's dark and quiet
And have to face another sleepless night
He'll watch TV and read and walk the floor
And as the day wears on, he'll miss me more and more
And then he'll phone and ask me to come home
That things have gone to pieces 'cause I'm gone
His phone call is all I'm waiting for
'Cause as the day wears on, I'll miss him more and more
'Cause as the day wears on, I'll miss him more and more
As the Day Wears On was written by Vincent Matthews.
As the Day Wears On was produced by Ken Nelson (Country) & Kelso Herston.