Performed by Tommy Fleming
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 name 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 When 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 No, she can't be really gone. |
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