Eva Bartmann writes her songs all by herself which becomes evident at first reading. Her lyrics are very personal since she almost exclusively turns her own experiences into songs. Her interesting stories are gripping since they are true to life. In spite of the melancholy, being typical for country music, the fundamental emotion she transports with her song is hope.

Another Friday - he should be on his way home
And the whole weekend I’ll be sitting by the telephone
Hoping this time he would call
And let me know what’s going on
So many questions left to answer
So many hopes and dreams
But I don’t wanna fight for something that I just can’t have
No I don’t wanna fight for something that I just can’t have

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It feels like just another crack in my heart
And it hurts like hell
Hopefully this time – this time it won’t fall apart
Too many pieces would be scattered on the floor
No one could put them back together but you – no one but you – no one but you

I did everything – everything and more
To prove you all my love
There is nothing I didn’t do
To show you what’s in my heart
It’s about time to start
To come right out with the truth
Even if it’s gonna hurt
Oh it can’t be worse than that – no it can`t be worse than that

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Another Monday morning
After crying myself to sleep
Sitting by the telephone – wishing it would ring
Was I so wrong about you
Was I too blind to see
The moments that we’ve shared
Must mean nothing to you
Everything I saw in your eyes wasn’t for real
Everything I saw in your eyes wasn’t for real
But I can see it now – yes I can see it now – oh I can see it now – I can see it now...

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