I loved her, she loved me
What did it matter?
Too headstrong to last long
Destined to shatter
And all of my words just fall on deaf ears
So there's not much left but for me to dry these tears
I'll be on the road home.
I knew we're through when she said "You
Just look like a memory"
How could you say? You're always halfway
Across the room from me
So I'll pack my bags with clothes that smell of you
And I won't question all the love we knew
I'll be on the road home.