She grabs her magazines. 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 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 will be good to go away someday. Yeah but if there's nothing there to make things change. If it's the same for you I'll just hang. Trouble understands. She's got reasons. He don't. It's funny how I coudn't see it all. Until she grabbed up her coat. She goes. She's been here too few years. To take it all in stride. Yeah well still it's much to long. To let her go. And we always say. It would be good to go away some day. Yeah but if there's nothing there to make things change. If it's the same for you I'll just hang. The same for you I'll always hang. Well I always say. It would be good to go away. But these things don't work out like we think. And there's nothing there to ease this aching. And there's nothing there to make things change. If it's the same for you I'll just hang