Baby girl can't help but to bare her soul
It's the only way to love she's ever known
And how to be loved
She's breaks this ride, takes this train
Rides the bus ride home
Even then in this hood she can feel his cold
He won't be coming home
Not tonight, not tomorrow
Not for three-six-five
She'll sit and wait, write the letters
Stare at stars on long midnight late drives
When will you be home?
And they don't write songs
About while they're gone
No songs about when they leave
I don't want to hear them say
He's not coming back--not coming home
He's gone away
I don't want to hear those songs
I don't want to hear them say
He's not at home, and I'm all alone
For the rest of these days
He's gone away
It's late and she's last to her bed tonight
The heart is warm and it's there
Bleeding into laptop lights
She's bleeding into the page
She writes the letters, sends the songs
Takes the pictures of home
Tries to remind him and her of the only love they've known
To travel into sand
And they don't write songs
About while they're gone
No songs about when they leave
I don't want to hear them say
He's not coming back--not coming home
He's gone away
I don't want to hear those songs
I don't want to hear them say
He's not at home, and I'm all alone
For the rest of these days
He's gone away
