She grabs her magazines, she packs her things and she goes
She leaves the pictures hangin' on the wall
She burns all her notes
And she knows, she's been here too few years, to feel this old
He smokes his cigarette, he stays outside 'til it's gone
If anybody ever had a heart, well
He wouldn't be alone
He knows, she's been here too few years, to be gone
And we always say, it would be good to go away, someday
But if there's nothin' there to make things change
If it's the same for you I'll just hang
The trouble understand, is she's got reasons he don't
Funny how I couldn't see it all
'til she grabbed up her coat
And she goes. She's been here too few years, to take it all in stride
Yeah, but still it's much too long, to let hurt go (you let her go)
And we always say, it would be good to go away, someday,
Yeah but if there's nothin' there to make things change,
if it's the same for you I'll just hang, same to you I'll always hang
Well I always say, it would be good to go away,
But if things don't work out like we think and
There's nothing there to ease this achin', but if
There's nothing there to make things change,
If it's the same for you I'll just hang