She didn't pack a thing, she left her diamond ring
on the soapdish by the sink
Now somethin' tells me that it might be later than I think
Looks as if I'm gonna have to face the cold hard facts
Like the king of rock n' roll, she's never comin' back
She's never comin' back, she's already spent
Like last week's pay, like next month's rent
She's gone, gone, gone like a sad, sad, song
on a record made of wax, she's never comin' back
I might have changed her mind if I'd of had the time
but it wasn't meant to be
Now the love we made is just another page in history
I might as well admit it, why it's as plain as white and black
Like a drive-in picture show, she's never comin' back
She's never comin' back, she's already spent
Like last week's pay, like next month's rent
She's gone, gone, gone like a sad, sad, song
on a record made of wax, she's never comin' back
Just like a record made of wax, she's never comin' back