she grabs a magazine, she packs her things and she goes. she leaves the pictures hanging on the walls. 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 heart, well, he wouldn't be alone. he knows, he's been here too few years to be gone.
and we always say, that it'd be good to go away someday, yeah but if there's nothing there to make things change, if it's the same for you, then i'll just hang.
trouble understand is she got reasons he don't, funny how i couldn't see it all, until she grabbed up her coat and she goes "i've been here too few years, to take it all in stride" well it's still much too long to let her go.
well i always say, that it'll be good to go away.
