(Liz Hengber/Bob Regan)

She can hear his car, as it pulls in the drive
She can whisper a prayer: "Thank God, he's alive"
She can meet him at the door; catch him when he falls
She can even believe that it isn't his fault
But she can't save him

She can make his coffee, in the cold light of day
She can make his excuses: tell the boss he'll be late
She can wave at the neighbours, then kiss him goodbye,
And not say a word 'bout what happened last night
But she can't save him

Sometimes she dreams that he's caught in a stream,
And the water keeps pulling him down
She reaches for him, as he pulls her in
She wakes just before she drowns

She can remember the man that he was,
And still she'd a tear for what he's become
She can live in that house until the day,
She sees that it's only herself she can save
But she can't save him

And that day she'll know she hasn't failed,
'Cos nothing can change until he saves himself

No, she can't save him
No, she can't save him
No, she can't save him