Maybe it was the way he walkednOr the way he combed his hairnCould have been the fancy wordsnOr the sweet wine in the airnnWasn't the muddy shoes she'd hearnSlow coming up the hallnOr the faces in the picturesnThat were hanging on the wallnnKnock down the door to Reva's housenThere's something going onnThe dogs were barking late last nightnThere's something going wrongnnMaybe she hoped he would just go awaynAnd wake up alone in bednMaybe there was no reasonnFor the things that he had saidnnKnock down the door to Reva's housenThere's something going onnThe dogs were barking late last nightnThere's something going wrongnnDidn't find the matchesnCouldn't light them in the darknCould only hear the soundnOf the breaking of her heartnnDon't know where to run tonI don't know where to hidenCan't hold my head up anymorenDon't listen when I crynnKnock down the door to Reva's housenThere's something going onnThe dogs were barking late last nightnThere's something going wrong