She grabs a magazine. She packs her things and she goes. She leaves the pictures hanging on the walls. She burns all her notes. She knows, she's been here too few years to feel this old. He smokes his cigarette. He stays outside until 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, that it'll be good to go away someday. But if there's nothing there to make things change and it's the same for you, we'll just hang. Trouble understand, is she got reasons he don't. It's 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 well still it's much too long, to let hurt go. You let her go. And we always say, that it'll be good to go away someday. But if there's nothing there to make things change, then I'll always hang. If it's the same for you we'll always hang.
