the way you change when you come home
And she hates to say goodbye, till the numbers get blurry, left an all-nighter
Put her pictures in the fireplace, put her pictures in the fireplace
When there s home to make way, colors not in light, now she s heading for the border
and she hates to say goodbye
cause she knew you wouldn t miss her
packed her life in her suitcase
You wash your hands on the white clothe, drive into the morning light
And the numbers in her wallet, cause she knew you wouldn t miss her
Cause you know she s not coming home, you drink a little and you can t stop, when there s home to make way
And it seems so strange to me, and now she s not coming home
Colors not in light, and it seems so strange to me Hours, till the numbers get blurry
Left an all-nighter, cause you know she s not coming home
You drink a little and you can t stop, the lipstick on her collar
left an all-nighter
And it seems so strange to me, the way you change when you come home
cause you know she s not coming home
Now she s heading for the border, and now she s not coming home Light, colors not in light
You wash your hands on the white clothe, staring at the telephone
left an all-nighter
and now she s not coming home
Till the numbers get blurry, and the morning light shimmers
When there s home to make way, staring at the telephone
You wash your hands on the white clothe, left an all-nighter
You hung beside the mirror, when there s home to make way
you hung beside the mirror