As her car pulls out the driveway and she don't wave goodbye
Her last words echo in my mind "Listen honey, I gotta get away"
Standing here watching her tail lights as if they're some kind of sign
Fading into a memory I just got tired of trying
So long, I hate to see you go
but I save my tears for later on down the road
How come you keep me holding on
Knowing you won't be coming home
You won't be coming home
Two days later I get a letter a picture of a room in some hotel
Sitting framed up on the table a picture that I know quite well
You've painted yourself in to a corner
Now you're trying to paint something new
And the lipstick on the letter is a goodbye kiss from you
I still set the table still set it for you and me
It's become a habit my own personal make believe