Said to her: My dear, I'll write a love song
But couldn't make the words leave my mouth
So I left her in the morning with my gloves on
Anticipating winter heading south
Now the words flowing out of me like water
Sifting through the thoughts ever so clear
And come sit down with me my lovely water
And listen for I've got a lot to hear

I left her in the morning sun, I left her in july
I left with my raincoat on, with nothing on my mind

Waiting for someone to come and get you
Waiting for a prisoner in diguise
You tell me you want them to forget, but nothing gets forgotten in these time
She smokes cigarettes that don't taste so good now
Drinks until you feeling nice and warm
Just run from all the feelings you've locked down
Because nothing is worse than leaving in the morn

I left her in the morning sun, I left her in july
I left her with my raincoat on with nothing on my mind
Now the suitcase that I took with me, is rusted to the bone
I'm running out of books to read, I've got nowhere to go

I left in the morning sun, I left her in july
I left with my raincoat on, with nothing on my mind
Now the suitcase that I took with me, is rusted to the bone
I'm running out of books to read, I've got nowhere to go