Wednesday morning at five o'clock As the day begins Silently closing her bedroom door Leaving the note that she hoped would say more She goes downstairs to the kitchen Clutching her handkerchief Quietly turning the backdoor key Stepping outside, she is

She's leaving Should have done this, should have done that Should have seen it comin', guess you don't see nothing when you're runnin' 'round She's history, wrapped in a memory, She's got a suitcase packed in the trunk, trunk, trunk She's got a see you

Love her like she's leaving Oh and I guarantee she won't Like it's all going to end if you don't We cut the cake everybody danced And some people drank too much You looked like the cover of Brides magazine And I looked like some guy in a tux I'll never

Anything could change her mind One sunset or one regret She could turn around, come back, and be mine Happy endings happen all the time But it's a long, long way from Myrtle Beach to L.A. Well I love her and she's leaving She met a man, plays in a band,

Weak and sick I crawl In the dust of past mistakes Leaving for the darkness Of tears and cold heartaches Suffer in this grief Of forever burning hate The ashes of my life By the torment you create On my knees, remembering

Flagging down all of these flashy cars Fancy girls on Long Beach Blvd And Lord knows she's beautiful Nothing really matters, so she hit the back seat Lord knows the usuals, leaving a body sore Lord knows the usuals leaving a body sore She take the little

I won't let go, I won't let go I won't be alright Even if the sun crashes into us And I can be your light Stay with me tonight Oh, oh, yeah yeah yeah You got in so late It's Sunday morning