I wake up to see you've got your bags packed
You're heading out of town
You've got another chance
So take one more shot again
Just one more time
If only I could have a moment longer to make myself ready
To know you'll be gone awhile, maybe I wouldn't cry
I always cry
She says, "you know how this will be"
This is how things will go
You always go
But it's killing me
Oh, it's killing me
Now that you're gone, I spend my day looking for the things you left behind
Writing these letters I'm never really going to send
No I never will
I've been sitting in the garden that you planted the last time you were home
I guess I should tell you the roses are about to bloom
Could you make it soon?
You think that we'll all be the same
We'll be waiting for you
With nothing to do
But it's killing me
Oh, it's killing me.
But it's killing me
Every time you walk away
Oh, it's killing me
Now I can't seem to find the words to make it better and turn it all around
Now you've found your way home, you're feeling that you're safe and sound
This time around
In every corner there's a smile and a promise that sometimes ends up broken
I shouldn't really wonder-- she warned me that's how things will be
Well, that's fine with me.
She says you give love easily
But save none for yourself
Keep some for yourself
But it's killing me
Oh, it's killing me
Oh, it's killing me
Every time you walk away
Oh, it's killing me
Every time you walk away
Oh, it's killing me
Oh, it's killing me
The way you turn away
The way you turn away
Every time you walk
Every time you walk
Every time you walk away
Oh, it's killing me.