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 'til it's gone If anybody ever had a heart, he wouldn't be alone She knows, she's been here too few years, to feel this old. 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 ofr 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