Lately she's been picking fights, dropping hints and just last night
I caught a tear as she slipped off to sleep
She's not here but she's not gone
I guess she must be waiting on the kind of man I promised her I'd be
Chrous
As and fool can see
She's gonna cross that line
She's got leaving on her find
And it's to late
But whats been killing me
Is knowing I've been blind
As any fool can see
How long did I think she'd stand
For me to be the kind of man
That came and went just as I dang well pleased
Why she sits at home alone with fears and feelings of her own
Lord knows goodbye would bring me to my knees
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