You wanna see what over looks like? Ya ain't gotta go far, just a few blocks down You wanna see a picture of goodbye? Chairs on the table Smoke hanging round the ceiling from the night before Light coming through the crack in the door Nothing says gone like a parking lot with only one car in it Nothing says gone like an empty glass Or sitting on the bar in the middle of the day In a blue light haze, all alone Nothing says gone like high noon neon She could be an airplane blur Wind in her hair, blowing through another town Or staring out over a wind, tears on her face Head in the clouds It doesn't really matter now Nothing says gone like a parking lot with only one car in it Nothing says gone like an empty glass Or sitting on the bar in the middle of the day In a blue light haze, all alone Nothing says gone like high noon neon And nothing says gone like 12 o'clock on the rocks And nothing says over like a parking lot with only one car in it Nothing says gone like an empty glass Or sitting on the bar in the middle of the day In a blue light haze, all alone Nothing says gone like high noon neon