| Lyrics: | He's gone, he's gone.
She wears sad jeans torn at the waistband.
Her pretty
face is stained with tears.
And in her right hand she clasps a letter;
I know this
means that he has gone.
And in this town of mis-guided tourists,
she never
thought she'd fall in love.
It was a few days after her birthday,
The thrill hostess
gave her first kiss.
He said her skin smelled just like petals,
said stupid
things he knew she'd like.
She said her life was like a motorway:
Dull, grey, and long
'til he came along.
He's gone, he's gone.
I said ";How could he
ever leave you?
You two were good, you were so right.";
She said ";I wish that he just
left me;
He'd be alive, alive tonight.";
He's gone, he's gone.
He's
gone, he's gone.
He's gone, he's gone. |
