she grabs her magazines 
she packs her things and she goes 
she leaves the pictures hanging on the wall, she burns all 
her notes and she knows, she�s been here too few years 
to feel this old 

he smokes his cigarette, he stays outside �till it�s gone 
if anybody ever had a heart, he wouldn�t be alone 
he knows, she�s been here too few years, to be gone 

and we always say, it would be good to go away, someday 
but if there�s nothing there to make things change 
if it�s the same for you I�ll just hang 

the trouble understand, is she got reasons he don�t 
funny how he couldn�t see at all, �til she grabbed up her coat 
and she goes, she�s been here too few years to take it all in stride 
but still it�s much too long, to let hurt go (you let her go) 
and we always say, it would be good to go away, someday 
but if there�s nothing there to make things change 
if it�s the same for you I�ll just hang 
the same for you 
I�ll always hang 
well I always say, it would be good to go away 
but if things don�t work out like we think 
and there�s nothing there to ease this ache 
but if there�s nothing there to make things change 
if it�s the same for you, I�ll just hang