She says that she is going home now
She says that she has seen enough
She packed her bags,
she's leaving in the morning
On that 7:30 a.m. Greyhound Bus
I want to know, how to go
About living in the absence of her smile
Even now, I dream that I'll
Be forgiven for the absence of her smile
Only half-remember how it was
Before I started with those lies.
Before I hated her for all the ways I failed her;
Before she offered me her last good-bye
And oh