Her hat is hanging
By the door
The one she
Bought in Mexico
It blocked the wind
It stopped the rain
She'd never
Leave that one
So she can't be
Really gone
The shoes she
Bought on
Christmas Eve
She laughed
And said
They called
Her names
It's like they're
Waiting in the hall
For her to slip
Them on
So she can't be
Really gone
I don't know
When she'll come back
She must intend
To come back
And I've seen the
Error of my ways
Don't waste the
Tears on me
What more proof
Do you need?
Just look around
The room
So much of her
Remains
Her book is
Lying on the bed
The two of hearts
To mark her page
Now who could ever,
Walk away at chapter,
Twenty-one?
So she can't be
Really gone
Just look around
This room
So much of her
Remains
Her book is lying
On the bed
The two of hearts
To mark her page
Now who could ever,
Walk away with,
So much left undone?
So she can't be
Really gone
No, she can't be
Really gone
Oh...oh...
Oh...oh...