The Way She Walked Out The Door

Pennies on the pavement for Jim and Wayne and Rose
Tattered flyers beg our help in tracing some of those lost and lonely fractured souls who vanished long ago
Where you find them, sad to say, it's true God only knows
You linger late in cafes, look back on future days when your dreams were like miracles
Now you can only pray
For the laugh you heard last night
For the face that was there the week before
The tears you shed when she walked out the door
You know
She's been there before
You know she's walked out a thousand other doors
You've never needed no-one, no-one's ever needed you
But you've lived the life and played the game, what more can people do
You wake in the early hours
Do you think you'll find her there
She packed her bags late one night
Skipped out without a care
Now you seize on certain gestures
Scraps of sentence overheard
But the memory that stays longest is how she left without a word
Oh the laugh you heard last night
The face you saw the week before
The tears you shed when she walked out that door
You know, she's been there before
You know she's walked out a thousand other doors
Pennies on the pavement, for Jim and Wayne and Rose
For those who know which way the wind blows
Which way the river flows