The Soul Jazz Era - Hello

One through the wire and one I have to see.
There's no good way to play this out,
No words that make it right.
My wife is holding out the phone,
And I'm deciding who I am tonight.
Who is this woman asking for my time?
Who is this number burning through the line?
I see my whole life standing by the phone and everything I've risked is coming home.
I could lie and say "wrong number." I could tell the truth and lose it all.
But my wife already knows the answer by the way I hesitate to call.
The phone is in my hand now, and I'm choosing what I am.