Из альбома: All The Stars And Boulevards
When she's sleeping on the sofa
When she's laying in her Sunday best
When she's turning over Friday
I could swear I'm sleeping less and less
And the ocean's getting warmer
And California's on her mind
Los Angeles is tired
But we always seem to feel alright
But I won't
No I won't
Cause she's already out the door
She's already out of here
She's already gone away
Already gone away
When I'm coming over Sunday
And I think about you all the time
I wonder what you're doin'
I wonder why you never cry
When Boston's always raining
And we never ever seemed alive
I sung about you once now
I guess I might as well
But I won't
No I won't
Cause I'm already out the door
I'm already out of here
I'm already gone away
Already gone away