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She packed that Pontiac Like a pack rat piled high with paper sacks. Two quarts of oil, her calico cat: Man, I never seen a woman get so mad. She caught me by surprise, When goodbye rang into the night like a steel wind chime. Caught in a storm that was gettin' worse. An' she just grabbed her purse: I can't believe she said it first. 'Cause I was gonna leave tomorrow anyway. I had my car all gassed up, Everything was so in place. I let her have her glory, let her think, My heart will break an' that's ok. I was gonna leave tomorrow anyway. I watched her tail lights disappear, Grabbed a beer, chugged it down so my eyes could clear. An' fear appeared. An' suddenly silence was the only thing my heart could hear. An' this room is a tomb with empty walls, a broken broom. With marks of leavin' on the floor, Made by her shoes, Like she knew what I was gonna do. Still, I can't believe she left so soon. I was gonna leave tomorrow anyway. I had my car all gassed up, Everything was so in place. I let her have her glory, let her think, My heart will break an' that's ok. I was gonna leave tomorrow anyway. I bet she's somewhere between, Alberquerque, Amarillo. eating at our favorite cafe: I wish I had the guts to call. Just so she could hear me say. 'Cause I was gonna leave tomorrow anyway. I had my car all gassed up, Everything was so in place. I let her have her glory, let her think, My heart will break an' that's ok. I was gonna leave tomorrow, I was gonna leave tomorrow anyway, yeah. Oooh. |