Goodbye

Smoke another cigarette and think about what to do.

Don't think you're gonna like to hear this

But I'm not coming home to you.

I met my love in Amsterdam

He says to say hello.

He wanted me to change all my plans

He begged me not to go.

I tried a dozen times to write you a note

And every time I called you

When you'd answer I just choked.

I sit in thei hotel room just down the street

I don't even go out afraid of who I'll meet.

Living in exile just like Rusholie

Don't wanna see anyone, don't want you to see me.

Don't know what I'm waiting for

Gotta come and get my things.

You can keep all the furniture

I already mailed back the ring.

I met my love in Amsterdam

He said to say hello

He wanted me to change all my plans

He begged me not to go.

As I smoke another cigarette

And think about what to do

I don't think you're gonna like to hear this

But I'm not comin' home to you