(Won't Be) Coming Home

As her car pulls out the driveway And she don’t wave goodbye Her last words echo in my mind Listen honey, I gotta get away I’m standing here watching her tail lights As if they’re some kind of sign Fading into a memory I just got tired of trying So long, I hate to see you go So I save my tears for later on down the road How come I keep I holding on Knowing you won’t be coming home Two days later I get a letter A picture of a room in some hotel Sitting framed up on the table, A picture I know so well You’ve painted yourself in to a corner Now you’re trying to paint something new And your lipstick on the letter Is a goodbye kiss from you So long, I hate to see you go So I save my tears for later on down the road How come I keep I holding on Knowing you won’t be coming home I still set the table Still set it for you and me It’s become a habit My own personal make believe So long, I hate to see you go So I save my tears for later on down the road How come I keep I holding on Knowing you won’t be coming home So long, I hate to see you go So I save my tears for later on down the road How come I keep I holding on Knowing you won’t be coming home