Seven months he hasn’t been home
I wrote him in a letter
Heaven called and left at the tone
He’s got to treat you better
Where did our love go?
She don’t wan--na know
Smoking cigarettes all the time
At least they’re still together
Went and downed another bottle of wine
Spilt it on her sweater
He said she opens up when she’s drunk
I ain’t talking feelings
Called me everything but a punk
She said there’s no more time for healing
Happy sorrows
New tomorrow
Always uninvited
Happy sorrows
Never follows
Where did our love go?
She don’t wan--na know